Chapter 3-The Rules

SPRINGFIELD SOCIETY RULES

No Women except those serving your every need on the premises.

No Children under 18.

No Media, print or paper allowed.

What's done here, stays here, no gossip or repeating what happens on or in Society property.

Failure to obey these rules is death.

Next to him, Abu turned a paler shade of brown. "Death? Homer, it says death!"

"Yeah, but what a way to go!" Moe's jaw dropped to the floor as a particularly endowed woman came out with a tray of drinks. She caught his eye, then came to his side as a stream of drool exited his mouth.

"Drink, sir?" she cooed, then dropped a wink.

"Duh, duh, uh, yeah!" he managed to say, then draped his arm around her as he picked up a glass and drained it.

"What's your name, sugar?" he sneered.

"Bambi, sir." The nubile young woman did look like a deer caught in his headlights, and Moe meant to make the most of it.

"Well Bambi, how would you like frolic with me behind the curtains." He leered, then almost fell over as she linked arms with him.

"I'd love to, Moe." She simpered, then led him away.

"That's odd, Homer, I didn't know Moe liked to frolic, I thought he only wanted to ...." Abu was interrupted by a basket-holding woman, clad in a sari with dark shining eyes.

"Something sweet to eat, sir?" she said enticingly.

"Never mind, Homer. See you later." The market owner beamed as he followed the temptress up a staircase.

"Hmmm." Homer looked at the rapidly decreasing numbers in the meeting room, then sighed.

"Darn. Looks like the party's over." He shuffled out of the room before anyone noticed.

Except Mr. Burns.

As he watched his worker leave, Mr. Burns rubbed his hands with glee.

"So much to do, so many to do it with!" he chortled. Abruptly a female voice interrupted his reverie.

"Darling, when do you want your hot...drink?"

Turning, the lizard-faced millionaire took in the sight of a statuesque woman, dripping with sex appeal.

"Later, my dear. Soon your sisters will take the place of all the ladies of Springfield, and it will be mine!" he laughed insanely.

The woman smiled, a hand reaching up to smooth her blue hair. As she turned and walked away, Burns smiled at the resemblance to the woman of his dreams...Marge Simpson.