Hi All,
This short story is not what you might think it's about.I don't want any trouble with the great people at FFN. If anyone is offended, please email me and I will pull this story right away. It's all in fun and again, it's not what you might think. That's about the size of it ((snicker))
To answer another question, no, I haven't forgotten "White Nightmare" there will be more. Sorry for making you guys wait!
"Size Matters"
By Starsky's Strut
"Mine's bigger"
"What?" Starsky leaned back and stared at his partner.
"I said mine's bigger'"
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Just that mine is bigger, weren't you listening?"
"I try not to"
"Yeah, and it shows"
"Well, when you talk like that, I don't. Size isn't everything"
"Sometimes it's the only thing" Hutch's expression was smug.
Starsky looked down at his lap for a moment and then looked at his
partner "Well fine, mine holds more"
"Well… alright, you got me there, still, size matters"
"Matters to who?"
Hutch rolled his eyes up for a moment "Who else dummy?"
"I think that you like the power, the way it feels in your hand… you
get off on it"
"I like the impact it has. I can't deny that. It really is an
attention getter," The blond returned arrogantly.
"Doesn't hold as much as mine though… more capacity, more chances to
get the job done" Starsky pulled it out and held it in his hand.
Hutch looked over at him and shook his head as he carefully scanned
the area for anyone who might see what his partner was doing "Stop
doing that in public, you're gonna get us in trouble" he hissed.
"Hey, you started it, besides we're sitting in my car, no casual
passer's by is gonna see anything" Starsky carefully returned it to
it's rightful place.
"I still think size matters"
"Ha, you would… how do you like luggin' that big thing around?"
"Well, if I'm in a foot pursuit… it kinda gets in the way, but
that's about the only time I wish it were smaller" Hutch paused and
looked over at his partner, the brunet was blushing. "Starsk, what
is it?"
"Um, I just realized somethin'" Starsky looked away, then back again.
"Don't keep me in suspense, what did you realize?"
"That if someone overheard us, they might get the wrong idea about
what we're talkin' about…" Starsky glanced about, looking for
eavesdroppers.
It was the blond's turn to blush "We're talking about our pieces…
wait, that didn't come out right… I-I mean our p-pistols … our
guns!" Hutch's color deepened and approached a maroon hue.
Starsky bust out laughing.
Hutch glared at his friend "Dirtball"
"Oh no… let's not have a conversation about balls!" Starsky gasped
between fits of laugher.
"Starsky!"
The End… er… by that I mean the story is finished.