Subject: The Great Head Board Rattler Challenge Rules<What the hell?> he thought. Adam glanced at the header of the message <Oh, its from that mailing list.>
When Adam had learned of the mailing list that several of the female Watchers had created for an *unofficial* discussion of various male immortals (Methos in particular), he had been amused as well as intrigued. And so, possessing a better than average knowledge of computers, not to mention a few stolen passwords, he had contrived to join the list and had been lurking ever since. It had been great fun, an amusing break from dusty chronicles. But this contest sounded like the best thing that had happened on the list by far. <Write about the woman who would make Methos lose his 5000 year old reserve, including the head board rattling scene, this I have to see.>
He read over the rules and noticed a URL for a web page near the bottom.
Adam hastily paid his bill and rushed back to the computer lab at Watcher
Headquarters. <Time for a little web surfing.>
Adam pushed back from the computer terminal. He realized that his heart
was racing and his breathing was heavy. He nervously glanced around the
room to see if anyone else had noticed. <Where the hell is everyone?>
He checked his watch. 11:21 PM. It was late. <No wonder the place is
empty.> Adam had been reading GHBRC stories for the past 5 hours. He stood
up to leave, then hastily sat back down again. <Christ how embarrassing,
but its not like there's anyone here to see it.> Even so Adam held his
overcoat securely in front of his waist as he left Watcher Headquarters.
The next day Adam Pierson reported to work bright and early which was unusual for him. He rarely made an appearance at the office before noon. But thoughts of those unread GHBRC stories hadn't let him sleep last night. <My god, those women have incredible imaginations, the things they describe...And in such exciting detail.> Even after 68 wives, he hadn't known some of those things were even possible. <They certainly have a high opinion of my...ah...abilities.>
"Hi Adam, what are you doing here so early?"
Adam had been so consumed by his thoughts of the contest that he hadn't noticed Amy, a fellow researcher, approach. As he turned to greet her he realized that he was blushing. <Relax, its not like she can read your mind.>
"Hi Amy."
"Are we still on for tonight?"
<Tonight, oh my god.> The date he had planned with Amy for tonight had completely slipped his mind. He had been practically begging her to go out with him for weeks, and she had only finally agreed a few days ago.<Damn, this means I won't get to finish the stories tonight.> <Has it finally happened? Have you lost your mind? Who would turn down a date with a real women, just to read a bunch of stories?> <Well they are pretty amazing stories...>
"Adam? I said are we still on for tonight?"
"Oh sure, I'll pick you up at 8."
Adam paused outside of Amy's apartment. He ran his hand over his hair. Checked his sweater, then checked a little lower. He'd given into temptation and had spent the whole day reading GHBRC stories. <With any luck, Amy will just assume, my...ah...er...enthusiasm is all for her.> Adam plastered his most innocent and charming grin on his face and rang the doorbell.
In the next instant Adam felt as if a huge chasm had opened up directly under his feet and he was left dangling in the air, his mind and stomach reeling with vertigo. <OH MY GOD, Amy is on that mailing list.> <She's probably been reading those same stories.> <Or worse, maybe she's written one of them!>
Wave after wave of panic crashed over his body, twisting his stomach and shriveling his...ah...well, you get the idea. He was actually feeling faint. <Could it have been the one with the...No not Amy.> <Or maybe the one about the...Oh god, please don't let it be that one!> How could any man, even a 5000 year old man, live up to those kinds of expectations? He seriously considered running from the apartment building. But it was too late. Amy opened the door.
"Adam are you alright? You don't look so good," Amy said while wearing nothing but a sheer black nightie and a smile.
Adam tried to wipe the stricken look from his face; to steady his voice in preparation for speech.
"I'm fine," he whispered. <Oh no, not the one about the sheer black
nightie...!!!!>
Amy arrived at work a little late the next day. At 10:13 she wandered down to the break room to meet her friends from the mailing list.
"Well?" "How was it?" her friends demanded in unison as soon as she sat down at their table.
"Adam Pierson is cute and sweet...," Amy paused a moment and glanced around the table at her friends with a sly smile on her face.
"But, he's no Methos."
Acknowledgements: Virtual beer and chocolate to the person (you know
who you are) who thought up the wonderfully outrageous idea of the GHBRC
in the first place. And many, many thanks to Bonnie for being my cheerleader.
I wouldn't have written a single word without her encouragement.
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