Invasion of Privacy
By Bea
April 2001
The
doorbell rang.
"Get that, will you honey?" Lisa called.
I answered the door.
A large blond lady stood there, beaming at me, a large suitcase in her hand. A
pair of bright blue eyes focused intently on me. "My! Aren't you the
cutest little thing! I'm Dora. Help me in with this stuff, would you?" She
pointed her foot at a few suitcases sitting on the ground beside her.
"Huh?" I said intelligently.
"Be
a dear!" she said slowly, as if talking to someone mentally retarded.
"Pick up that suitcase. NO! Not that one. It's too heavy for a little
cutie like you. The small brown one there. That's it! My, aren't you a darling!
Now, would you show me the way in?"
She was like a force of nature - obviously not someone to be denied. I picked
up the 'light' suitcase and staggered backwards into the house with it, calling
back over my shoulder. "Lisa? A friend of yours here! Come and say
Hi!"
"Is that Dora? Already! Wonderful!" I heard my wife call out.
"Be right there!"
Gratefully, I put the suitcase down on to the floor. Smiled at our guest and
with outstretched hand took a step towards her. "Guess you're Dora."
I said. "Lisa never told me anything . . MMMMF!"
I'd lost the power of speech temporarily as Dora had simply engulfed me in her
arms and was kissing me firmly on the mouth! I sensed Lisa arriving at my back,
and tried to open my mouth to say something - and had it immediately invaded by
a large, forceful, tongue!
"Glad to see you Dora!" Lisa laughed behind me. "Didn't know
you'd find him THAT appealing!"
