Title: Takoma Park, MD, 3:36 P.M.
Author: TRE
Rating: PG
Classification: LGM, Humor
Spoilers: None.
Archive: Gossamer or ask
Feedback: frohicke@swbell.net
Website: http://www.geocities.com/trethephile/
Disclaimer: Ah, if FOX would only allow me a few minutes alone with
them. Summary:  Attached at the end.

This one is dedicated to the IT Dept at VTS.  I love you guys. 
As always, thanks to Kel, my beta and best friend.


XXX
 
"It's not working!" Yves shouted angrily.

"What?" Jimmy asked.

"This."

"Oh, sorry.  What can I do?" he apologized.

"Can't you do anything right?" Langly questioned as he walked up, "Let
me see, oh here's your problem.  Pull it out."

"Now?" Jimmy asked.

"Now?" Langly repeated sarcastically.  "Well, you could just leave her
like this and see what happens."

"Uh, okay," Jimmy agreed uncertainly.

"Arggh!" Yves cried angrily.

"Oh, move over and let me do it," Langly said.

"Hurry!" Yves insisted.

"Keep your pants on--well, you know what I mean," Langly said. 

Frohike grew tired of his role as a spectator.  "Hey, sugar," he said.
 "Want some of this?"

"Oh, Frohike!" she purred with surprise.  "That thing is huge!"

"Here, then, just the tip," Frohike replied. "Put your hand around it.
 Yeah, just like that."

Pause.

"Mm, it's very good," she told him.  "Very, very good."

"Yeah, but now I got it on my gloves." 

"Jimmy, over here."  Langly called.  Eager but clumsy, Jimmy seemed to
have forgotten all about his role in the drama.  "Now put your finger
in here."

"Like this?"  Jimmy questioned.

"Not like that, slowly," Byers said, coming up behind them. "You can't
just jab it in there."

"Yeah, you're not a woodpecker!" Frohike said, rubbing his fingers on
a towel.

"Like this?" Jimmy asked again.

"Better," Yves agreed.

"You have to slide it in and roll it around." Byers said, he watched
from over Jimmy's shoulder.

"Don't I need alcohol?" Jimmy asked.

"No!" Frohike said, "Just keep using your finger, you'll get it
right."

"I think you got it." Yves observed.

"Now take out your finger and put it back in." Byers instructed.

"Here, Langly, it's your turn," Jimmy said.

Langly huffed. "Why do I have to do all the work?"  He stepped around
the counter.

"Because you're the best man for the job, obviously," Yves replied,
licking her lips.  "Frohike, please hand me that towel, I've got this
all over my fingers."

"Here you go, sweets."  Frohike handed her the towel.

"There," Langly said, "it's in."  He looked up at Yves.  "Are you
happy now?"

"Oh, good," Yves moved her hand, "oh, yes, that's much better."

Byers pointed out to Jimmy.  "Do you see the way it glides now?"

"Yes, Langly's a good teacher," Jimmy agreed.

"Nothin' to it." Frohike said.

Langly called from the rear,  "It's coming out now!"  
 
He snatched the pages out of the printer and joined the rest of the
group, holding up the latest issue of The Lone Gunmen.  

Byers wrote "new mouse" on the supply list.

XXX

Summary:  Operation Clean Mouse and Frohike Offers Yves A Bite Of His
Butterfinger.

And you thought I had a dirty mind.

Happy April Fools Day!

TRE