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Personal
"Single white female, thirty-four years old, likes reading, the movies, long walks on the beach. Not into head games, hmm, I don't think this is the one for you, John." Louie said reading from the personal ads in the paper.
Kyle shook his head again and wondered why Louie had developed this recent fascination with reading him these ads.
"I don't think I could walk with her on the beach either." Kyle replied.
Louie gave him a wry grin and ran his finger down the page.
"Yeah, you've got that CJ writing to you now anyway." Louie grinned and began reading another ad to himself before chuckling.
"Who is this CJ, anyway?" Louie asked.
"An old friend." Kyle replied. He glanced over at the pile of letters from Blue Cove, Delaware.
"From where? NASA? Vegas? P&G?" Louie replied wryly. Kyle shook his head.
"Why do you keep reading those ads to me?" Kyle asked.
"Don't you know about those desperate women who meet prisoners? Don't you know about conjugal visits?" Louie replied. Kyle flushed slightly and looked away.
"I just think it's funny that all of a sudden you started that." Kyle said. He looked back at Louie and saw that he looked a little uncomfortable. He smiled slightly at making the guard uneasy.
"A friend of mine recently married." Louie replied. "You go to weddings and you think that maybe there's someone out there for you too."
"Who was she?" Kyle asked. Louie looked at him surprised.
"What? You a mind reader now?" Louie asked. Kyle chuckled.
"Someone you had feelings for and she married someone else. That's too bad, Lou." Kyle replied.
"Yeah, too bad." Louie said and then looked back at the ads. "How's this? Single white female, twenty-six years old, professional. Likes music and romantic dinners. Doesn't like smokers. Uh, I guess that rules out you and me both." Louie chuckled and then folded the paper closed.
TBC...
