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Excerpt from Chapter IX, ISABEL'S CAPTURE, of the first Angie & Ella Epistolary Novel

by Robert Scott Leyse

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(Angie and Ella are second year associates at a midtown Manhattan law firm. They are fast friends and fond of reliving their escapades, as well as concocting new ones, via email. Angie is 5' 7" and has wavy chestnut hair. Her brown eyes easily flare with emotion, and she has a reputation for being somewhat excitable. Ella is 5' 5" and has raven black hair. Her blue eyes easily flood with silver light, and she has a reputation for being somewhat adventurous. Both, on account of their beauty of face and shapeliness of figure, routinely attract lingering glances.)

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Ella to Angie
Sent: Tuesday, July 29, 2003 10:22 AM

So, Angie Doll, have you seen the new girl, Isabel? A size four at the most, about five feet five, wavy raven black hair, blue eyes? She's difficult to miss, all in blue – blue eyeliner, pumps, hair ribbon, dress. What a brat she is! A real tease with hair flicks and chest thrusts! So tickled to death with her cuteness, delighting in being a petite dishling that all want to drink from! Such a knowing air of "Do ya wanna do me? Of course ya do!" coyness! Such a sly little flirt, faux innocence couquette! Have you seen her yet?

An hour ago, at the coffee stand: Isabel's fretting at the machine, pretending not to understand how it works – oh, very well done, her little girl frown and show of confusion! Michael falls for it right off, is all clumsy concern, fumble fingers at the buttons – idiot drops a cup of java on the floor! Poor Michael! He's given Isabel a perfect pretense to put on a little-girl-scared act, and she doesn't fail to take full advantage! "Oh!" she squeals, jumping back, wringing her hands, glancing at him as if he's seeking to wring her neck.

"Sor...ry… I... Uh..." Michael stammers, lapsing into shame-faced silence, staring at her with wide quivering pleading eyes, hoping she doesn't subject him to the supreme horrors of a further scene, or a cutting remark.

"Coffee on my shoe?" Isabel exclaims in disbelief, slipping in a teensy trace of a tone of outrage - a fine bit of been-subjected-to-a-major-tragedy exaggeration; then she lifts her leg straight up and places her foot on the counter, starts wiping the droplet or two of coffee off; this display of limberness allows her hem to slide down her leg, bring its slender symmetry fully into view. Michael's as if jolted with a cattle prod - flinches violently, abandons all hope of reclaiming his lost honor, darts into the stairwell like a scared schoolboy.

Then Isabel notices me standing behind her, awaiting my turn… Ha, before I can tell her about the shred of paper that's in her hair and assist her in getting it out she snaps her leg back to the floor, does a quick half-pirouette on those pumps, yanks her dress tight against her rump to show off its shapeliness, scampers off giggling! And then a sudden look back at me, flash of her eyes! Damn minx is blatantly displaying amusement! Hell! Does she really think she can tease me without the tables being turned?

Oh, make no mistake about it: Isabel knows a sometimes-plays-with-girls girl when she sees one – she read it in me, I'll grant! But she's got naivete to burn if she thinks she's going to have me salivating for something I'll fail to get! Yes, she's got naivete to burn and she's going to get burned by it if she tries much more of that giggling backwards glance run away stuff on me!

Well, naturally, I like her! There's far too much of a younger version (By two years, maybe?) of us in this Isabel for me not to like her! Plus she brings off the blue eyeliner thing: how many girls can do that at work without looking like fools? And what a swishy stride to go with that swishing mane of jet black hair!

But have you seen her yet? If not, then do what the new attorney announcements say: stop by her office (room 4612) and welcome her to the firm; and, while you're welcoming her to the firm, do an assessment. See if you agree that we ought to turn the tease back on her, have her pining before she can say, "I oughtn't presume to believe it's possible to toy with my elders!" twice!

I'm awaiting your report most eagerly, Angie!

Your,

PussycatAprowling

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Angie to Ella
Sent: Tuesday, July 29, 2003 10:36 AM

A new plaything on the premises, younger version of ourselves? - perhaps willing to dabble in girl-on-girl games, like all well-bred cuties? (In another age 'twas in the convents and finishing schools; now 'tis in an elite law firm! Ha ha ha! Us man-loving girls who don't shy at broadening our experience with some same sex fun... There's always been a place for us to meet and mingle in respectable surroundings; and we read one another right off, and we don't hestitate to pounce!) I'd hasten to assess this Isabel as you suggest, but I can't at the moment: Rikert has me picking up the slack left by an inept first year – some idiot offspring of a rich client that the firm must give a job and babysit, lest said client get miffed and take his business elsewhere! I'd sure like to make the offspring's pasty cheeks red with a flurry of slaps! But I digress: rest assured I'll do an appriasal of new playlet Isabel as soon as I can get down there. And blue themed, you say? Hmmm… Be interesting if she had a fetish for the color blue: I've an ancient gown, deep turquoise, that I could rip into strips to tie her up with; and then we'd see her tight little swishy body squirm very nicely to the tune of Miss Whippie, wouldn't we? She'd learn a thing or two about having the gall to tease my Ethereal Ella! She'd learn there are other levels of tease, such as ignoring a pretty little plaything's pleas for mercy! But, hell, I haven't even glimpsed her yet! Let's wait until I do, what?

So hang tight, Dear: I'll do an eye-up of Isabel before day's end, after I tidy the mess left by the baby (and after I drop a hint or two to Rikert about how clueless the baby is).

Your,

CuriousKitty

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Ella to Angie
Sent: Tuesday, July 29, 2003 11:14 PM

I doubt you'll need to drop any hints to Rikert concerning the incompentence of the baby, Angie! What I heard from Sheila is yesterday morning Rikert was shouting about having to put up with that "simpering puppy"; then he went off on a general rant tear concerning the whole shoddy business of having to stroke clients, humor their useless offspring, assign them to important deals. As the son of a cab driver who's where he is because of a strong will, authentic savvy, and brains Rikert probably loathes being a babysitter even more than you do!

As for the baby: it seems his daddy bought his admission and degrees by making hefty contributions to the schools he went to; taking no chances, daddy started contributing the moment baby was born! (How is this known? Because the baby revealed it himself! Talk about lack of self-respect!) So no wonder baby's such a baby: his whole future's been guaranteed! Another sorry example of how absence of struggle creates absence of personality, dearth of wit, all around idiocy!

But I hope you'll be able to make the acquaintance of Blue Girl today - I'm itching for your impressions: I feel she'll make a fine recruit!

Your,

GossipGatheringFeline

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