Greetings, fellow travelers, and welcome to the fifth posting of volume four of the Blog. Over these last few weeks, my journey into regular blogging has been rewarding. With time to think over what goes where, my posts have a nice beat to them. This week, we begin something new. This week, I'll combine non-fiction things with some short fiction. Hopefully, I can work this. This week, we begin that road of the Blog with a discussion of where the fiction comes from.
Back in 2011, I made my third attempt at regular blogging with a written webserial called "The Life of Oddley". It was the story of a Chicago supermarket worker back in 1968. Like "Life in Hyperion", it was to include science fiction elements along with sitcom set-up. The first four episodes followed that pattern. The sitcom set-up was Oddley owing money after gambling on baseball. The man he owed the money to, I named him Newshaw, gave him a means to pay: let him date Oddley's feminist sister.
Naturally, she won't be used as a tool to pay a debt. The science-fiction element came in as how Oddley helps to pay his debt. Newshaw gives him 30 days to pay. After talk of a raise ends in failure, he seeks out a job. A strange one-night stand directs him to a lab and a scientist. The scientist lets him take home some strange liquid. That liquid, Oddley discovers, increases a woman's sex drive until she turns into a sex-crazed blonde, laying the first man she sees. Oddley, once armed with this stuff, decides to use it on his sister. It works and his debt is cancelled on the spot.
The format of the serial demands a cliffhanger at the end of each episode. The cliffhanger at the end of the fourth episode of "The Life of Oddley" was that Oddley's sister takes a little too much of the liquid, dubbed nympho-drops by Oddley. She turns into a creature set on doing Oddley. Oddley's reaction ends the episode. The beginning of the fifth episode marked a change in the direction of the series. Oddley makes a run from his sister's house and runs deep into the surrounding neighborhood. Then, his run is stopped by running into the back of a car.
Now, this is where things go off the rails. The car belongs to a couple, the wife of which is one of those housewives who must leave to find themselves. Oddley, to avoid being nailed to death, hides in the car. It works, until the wife climbs into the car to begin her journey of discovery. With an argeement being made, Oddley and the housewife begin a trip. The following episodes chart the journey Oddley makes from Chicago to Los Angeles with a layover in Tulsa. It was ten episodes after the fourth one before the series ended due to the usual lack of interest.
In this week's posting, I will make a partial re-start of the series. Just a what-if of sorts. The first four episodes were the kind of show I'd loved to write for if it were live-action. From episode five, the show takes a weird turn as I ended up losing the housewife because I lost interest. I used another character as Oddley's companion to the ocean. This week, I bring you a new episode five of "The Life of Oddley". It starts the same way but goes a completely different direction. So, without further writing, I bring you episode five of "The Life of Oddley".
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The sight of the creature that was once my sister scared me inside. Quickly, I ran for the door. Without breaking my pace, I pocketed the nympho-drops, ran for the door, and exited the house. In my quickening haste, I ran past my jeep. I ran into the street and I ran into the neighborhood. All the time with the sound of my sister, the creature, right behind me.
With good speed, that sound got further and further from me. At this time, my mind turned back to my jeep. However, I had no idea of where I was in the neighborhood. Unfortunately, my progress, both mentally and physically, came to a sudden halt, as I ran very hard into something. The force of the collision put me on the ground.
I looked up to see the back end of a 1966 Chevy Cavalier with green paint. It took a moment to return my senses to my mind. My ears then picked the sounds of my sister closing in. With quick feet, I got up and looked over the car. I saw that the back window was rolled down, so I jumped into the back seat without thinking. I bunched up my body as best as I could and waited for what was coming.
In a flash, I felt the creature's body impacted on the car. I then looked over my shoulder to see her arm reach into the car. I knew that if she dragged me out, my life would end. I thought all the things in my life I'd hadn't done yet. The highest-ranked one was the fact that I would never see my best friend Ogden Hamilton again. If he returned to Chicago, he would have a tough job of identifying my remains.
Now, many are you wondering who is Ogden. As I said, he is my best friend. I can always remember his appearance, with his blond elvis hair and his nice blue eyes. His taste in outfits always have that swinger feel to them, even at work. We worked at Easy-Mart since the day we were both hired five years before. He was a hit with the ladies, or so he tells me. In fact, it was a lady that cause Ogden to quit his job. Well, not as much quit as... You'll see.
It all began two weeks earlier, about a few days before Gilda started working there. It was a nice early spring day. The sun was out and shining and I felt good. I walked into the back of the store to start the day when my eyes spotted Ogden. He was thinking over something in the corner. Naturally, being his friend, I walked over to said corner to offer help.
"Trouble on your mind, Ogden?" I asked him.
"Hello, Oddley. No, just thinking." I told me.
"About what?" I then asked him.
"My life and how it's going." he said.
"That'll take but a minute." I said.
"Oddley, this is serious. I need some fun after the long winter." he said to me.
"Didn't you date throughout the long winter?" I asked him.
"I did, but I think I overdid it. I need to collect myself a little more." he said.
"Maybe I can help you." I said.
"Would you go with me to Harriet's Depot and check out the girls?" he asked me right out.
"Haven't I said no to that idea? I don't see why I should involve myself." I said.
"Just one night. I beg of you." he said.
Now, many are you wondering who is Ogden. As I said, he is my best friend. I can always remember his appearance, with his blond elvis hair and his nice blue eyes. His taste in outfits always have that swinger feel to them, even at work. We worked at Easy-Mart since the day we were both hired five years before. He was a hit with the ladies, or so he tells me. In fact, it was a lady that cause Ogden to quit his job. Well, not as much quit as... You'll see.
It all began two weeks earlier, about a few days before Gilda started working there. It was a nice early spring day. The sun was out and shining and I felt good. I walked into the back of the store to start the day when my eyes spotted Ogden. He was thinking over something in the corner. Naturally, being his friend, I walked over to said corner to offer help.
"Trouble on your mind, Ogden?" I asked him.
"Hello, Oddley. No, just thinking." I told me.
"About what?" I then asked him.
"My life and how it's going." he said.
"That'll take but a minute." I said.
"Oddley, this is serious. I need some fun after the long winter." he said to me.
"Didn't you date throughout the long winter?" I asked him.
"I did, but I think I overdid it. I need to collect myself a little more." he said.
"Maybe I can help you." I said.
"Would you go with me to Harriet's Depot and check out the girls?" he asked me right out.
"Haven't I said no to that idea? I don't see why I should involve myself." I said.
"Just one night. I beg of you." he said.
"Just one night and I won't have to do it again?" I posed.
"Right, Oddley. Just this once." he said.
"I guess it couldn't hurt." I said.
"That's the spirit, Oddley." he said in that lovable lisp of his.
"Meet me tonight and we'll... make the scene." I said.
"Gotcha, Oddley." he said.
So, my night looked to be set. Ogden and I made our way to our positions in the store, occupying checkout lanes one (me) and three (Ogden). The one in the middle was occupied by Mitzi Sherwood, a 25-year-old single nervous wreck. Her straight black hair and dark eyes hid a nervous woman. Her outfit was always dull colors and dull fashions. As Ogden and me took our posts, Mitzi was busy having a small nervous breakdown.
"Hello, Mitzi." I said right out.
"Don't do that!" she snapped me.
"I'm sorry, but how else am I gonna tell you I'm here?" I said.
"I'm sorry, but this is not a good day today." she said.
"What's different about that?" I asked.
"I have this feeling that something terrible is about to happen today. I just know it." she said.
"Sense of impending doom, I see?" I said.
"Sort of. Anyway, I just don't like it." she said.
"You'll get through the day." I said, words of little comfort.
I should have listened to good ol' Mitzi, for it did happen. About an hour and a half into the day, a farmer came into the store. He had the work-worn face and overalls. However, what made him different was the shotgun in his hand. He checked it as he entered the store. He soon walked around the checkout lanes. With nervous voice, I decided to ask him a question as he passed me.
"Excuse me, sir?" I asked him.
"What is it?" he replied in a gruff southern accent.
"Pardon me, sir, but why are you here?" I then asked.
"I'm here a-lookin' for someone." he said.
"Can you tell me who he is? I might point you in his direction." I said.
"You look to be the helpful type. Tell me, where can I find a feller named Ogden Hamilton?" he told me.
"He's the gentleman over by the lighted sign that reads '3'." I told him.
"Thank you, kind sir." said the farmer as he made his over to Ogden.
"Such a weird fellow." I said to myself.
"Alright, there, come with me." said the farmer as he walked up to Ogden, gun raised.
"Why, sir?" asked Ogden.
"For your weddin'." said the farmer.
"Me? Get married? Why?" asked Ogden, using the same questions on my mind.
"Because you got my daughter pregnant. Now, you must do the honorable thing." said the farmer.
"But I don't wanna get married!" said Ogden.
"You must! My daughter is carrying your child." said the farmer.
"I know a lot of girls. I can't be held to what I may or may not have done to your daughter." said Ogden.
"Be quiet and come with me." said the farmer, now really pointing that shotgun.
I looked at Ogden, thinking a thousand thoughts at once. He looked at me with worried eyes. He then looked at the gun with the same eyes. I then saw a familiar expression cross his face. He looked at the farmer and then changed his gaze to over the farmer's shoulder.
"Hey, your daughter's here!" said Ogden, pointing towards the door.
"I thought I told you to stay in the truck." I heard the farmer say as he turned away from Ogden.
Quickly, Ogden darted away from the checkout. I ran after him. So did the farmer after he looked back from the door. I watched Ogden run from the front of the store to the entry to the backroom in a flash. The farmer tried to aim his gun but the store was full of people and couldn't risk hitting strangers. I followed Ogden into the back room. I then saw him exit the store.
I followed him outside. There, he climbed into his car and started to drive away. The farmer managed to follow me to the outside. There, he took aim at Ogden's car as he sped away. However, it was hard for him to hit the moving vehicle. He got off two shots, both missed. I then watched Ogden speed away into the distance. I then had the duty of telling Mr. Randall Ogden was gone.
The next day, Ogden didn't return. Mr. Randall waited for him in the back room all day. The following day, Mr. Randall told me that he was hired someone to take his job. That person was Gilda. That was where I began my story. Now, that story seemed to be coming to a close as the Susan-creature tried to drag me from the car I was hiding in.
At that moment, the front door of the house opened with a swift swoosh of air. I looked up out of the window to see a husband and wife exit the house. I knew that these were the owners of the car. The husband was a nice-looking fellow. He was a man in his 30s, with black hair and a gray-flannel suit on him. It was the wife I remember better.
"Right, Oddley. Just this once." he said.
"I guess it couldn't hurt." I said.
"That's the spirit, Oddley." he said in that lovable lisp of his.
"Meet me tonight and we'll... make the scene." I said.
"Gotcha, Oddley." he said.
So, my night looked to be set. Ogden and I made our way to our positions in the store, occupying checkout lanes one (me) and three (Ogden). The one in the middle was occupied by Mitzi Sherwood, a 25-year-old single nervous wreck. Her straight black hair and dark eyes hid a nervous woman. Her outfit was always dull colors and dull fashions. As Ogden and me took our posts, Mitzi was busy having a small nervous breakdown.
"Hello, Mitzi." I said right out.
"Don't do that!" she snapped me.
"I'm sorry, but how else am I gonna tell you I'm here?" I said.
"I'm sorry, but this is not a good day today." she said.
"What's different about that?" I asked.
"I have this feeling that something terrible is about to happen today. I just know it." she said.
"Sense of impending doom, I see?" I said.
"Sort of. Anyway, I just don't like it." she said.
"You'll get through the day." I said, words of little comfort.
I should have listened to good ol' Mitzi, for it did happen. About an hour and a half into the day, a farmer came into the store. He had the work-worn face and overalls. However, what made him different was the shotgun in his hand. He checked it as he entered the store. He soon walked around the checkout lanes. With nervous voice, I decided to ask him a question as he passed me.
"Excuse me, sir?" I asked him.
"What is it?" he replied in a gruff southern accent.
"Pardon me, sir, but why are you here?" I then asked.
"I'm here a-lookin' for someone." he said.
"Can you tell me who he is? I might point you in his direction." I said.
"You look to be the helpful type. Tell me, where can I find a feller named Ogden Hamilton?" he told me.
"He's the gentleman over by the lighted sign that reads '3'." I told him.
"Thank you, kind sir." said the farmer as he made his over to Ogden.
"Such a weird fellow." I said to myself.
"Alright, there, come with me." said the farmer as he walked up to Ogden, gun raised.
"Why, sir?" asked Ogden.
"For your weddin'." said the farmer.
"Me? Get married? Why?" asked Ogden, using the same questions on my mind.
"Because you got my daughter pregnant. Now, you must do the honorable thing." said the farmer.
"But I don't wanna get married!" said Ogden.
"You must! My daughter is carrying your child." said the farmer.
"I know a lot of girls. I can't be held to what I may or may not have done to your daughter." said Ogden.
"Be quiet and come with me." said the farmer, now really pointing that shotgun.
I looked at Ogden, thinking a thousand thoughts at once. He looked at me with worried eyes. He then looked at the gun with the same eyes. I then saw a familiar expression cross his face. He looked at the farmer and then changed his gaze to over the farmer's shoulder.
"Hey, your daughter's here!" said Ogden, pointing towards the door.
"I thought I told you to stay in the truck." I heard the farmer say as he turned away from Ogden.
Quickly, Ogden darted away from the checkout. I ran after him. So did the farmer after he looked back from the door. I watched Ogden run from the front of the store to the entry to the backroom in a flash. The farmer tried to aim his gun but the store was full of people and couldn't risk hitting strangers. I followed Ogden into the back room. I then saw him exit the store.
I followed him outside. There, he climbed into his car and started to drive away. The farmer managed to follow me to the outside. There, he took aim at Ogden's car as he sped away. However, it was hard for him to hit the moving vehicle. He got off two shots, both missed. I then watched Ogden speed away into the distance. I then had the duty of telling Mr. Randall Ogden was gone.
The next day, Ogden didn't return. Mr. Randall waited for him in the back room all day. The following day, Mr. Randall told me that he was hired someone to take his job. That person was Gilda. That was where I began my story. Now, that story seemed to be coming to a close as the Susan-creature tried to drag me from the car I was hiding in.
At that moment, the front door of the house opened with a swift swoosh of air. I looked up out of the window to see a husband and wife exit the house. I knew that these were the owners of the car. The husband was a nice-looking fellow. He was a man in his 30s, with black hair and a gray-flannel suit on him. It was the wife I remember better.
Her very appearence spoke volumes. Her hair was that nice auburn brown that most 1960s housewives had. Her red turtleneck sweater came with a red-and-yellow spotted bandana and a same-colored hairband. Her skin had that nice tan sitting on her white skin. Her height also stuck out, she was the same height as her husband. She sticks in my mind like that because of what followed that day.
"Honey, I have to do this." said the housewife.
"Please, honey, don't." said the husband.
"I must." said the housewife as she walked toward the car.
"Wanda Lee, listen to me... " said the husband.
"I've made up my mind." said Wanda Lee.
The sound of this activity stopped the attack I was under. The sister-creature made a bee-line away from the car. The sound of rushing leaves told me she was hiding in the bushes. As I planned my escape from the car, Wanda Lee threw her suitcase into the back seat. She then climbed into the car. At that point, my options are limited.
I watched as Wanda Lee started the car and pulled out of the driveway. My mind quickly turned to thoughts of what lay for the husband once the sister-creature would spot him. My mind then turned back to the thought of that I was making my way down the street. From my vantage point, I saw that it was the same direction I was running in.
I knew that Wanda Lee had no idea of my presence in her car. She was driving off to somewhere. My mind did some thinking of what journey she was on. My initial thought was she was leaving her husband and moving to somewhere else close by. That was my only means of returning to my jeep and my life. However, the movements of the car told me otherwise.
The movements told me that the car was pointing in a southwesternly direction. That told me that the car was heading out of Chicago. I knew that sooner or later, I would be discovered by Wanda Lee. Wanda Lee. Her name is nice on the tongue. Anyway, I knew that I must reveal my presence to her at once. So, as the car made its way down the road, I rose up from my position.
Halfway up, I managed a look out of the window. I saw that the row upon row of houses that was my sister's neighborhood had been replaced with the sights of Chicago's much discussed outskirts. I was heading out of town fast. I managed to complete my rising up and took a nice sitting position in the back seat. I checked and saw that Wanda Lee hadn't noticed anything. I then saw the outskirts starting to thin out a little. I was about out of Chicago.
I began to panic inside. My life was all in Chicago and I was leaving it. Slowly, my theory on Wanda Lee was changing. She was, now in my mind, a lost soul. I was going that way but not on purpose. Quickly, I thought over the best way to alert Wanda Lee to my presense. I needed to do it in a way that would prevent her from calling the nearest cop. After five minutes, during which we passed out of the outskirts and into the out-laying areas of Chicago, I figured it. I gave a knock on the window.
Wanda Lee's ears perked up at the sound. She looked around her to see what the noise. I gulped as her gaze turned my way. I watched as Wanda Lee spotted the strange figure of a man in her back seat. A million thoughts then ran through her head. I was sharing in that as I thought over what to say. Finally, I broke the ice.
"Greetings." I said in a calm voice.
"Greetings? Greetings?" said Wanda Lee.
"Yes. Greetings." I said.
"Who are you?" she asked, very confused.
"My name is Oddley Mitchell." I told her.
"Oddley? What a weird name to have." she said.
"I've told that. I always have." I said to her.
"My name is Wanda Lee Melvin. This is my car." she said.
"I noticed that." I said with a laugh.
"Listen, how did you end up in here?" she asked me.
"It's a long story... " I said, gazing out the window to see the last signs of Chicago pass by.
"I have the time." she told me in no uncertain terms.
"If you insist, it begins with a baseball game and a bet... " I said, beginning my story.
I told her of the day that Newshaw descended on me and new employee Gilda. Of how Newshaw got me to bet $3,000 on a baseball game. I also gave a play-by-play of the game, which my choice lost. I then told her of how Newshaw gave me thirty days to pay my debt. I even mentioned how a date with my feminist sister would cancel said debt and how Susan refused such an idea. As I finished part one of my story, Wanda Lee had the look of disbeliement on her face.
"You don't expect me to believe that you're running from a simple baseball debt?" she said to me.
"It's not the debt. It's more than that." I said.
"Sounds like it to me." she said.
"Just listen to my story some more. I promise to get to the reason for why I'm here." I said.
"Go on, then... Oddley." she said, still unsure of my tale.
I then told her of how I met Willow, in reality the sexified Dr. Milner, and how she directed me to said scientist and her job offer. My near-death at the hands of the muscle man and the hulk-muscle serum was debated by Wanda Lee for a moment.
"You asking me to believe that you were almost killed by a super-powered muscle man?" she asked me in disbelief.
"Not that much. Really, I gave him a few insults and he almost ends my life." I said.
"I don't believe it. A one-night stand directs you to a scientist, who just gives you a job?" she said.
"It did happen that way, now let me finish." I said.
"I don't believe this... " I overheard her say.
However, as I told of how I came across the nympho-drops, she started to turn around. I told of how Dr. Milner just gave me the vial of liquid and how I gave it to Gilda. I then told Wanda Lee of how I met Gilda's brother Tuck and his band. I even mentioned my audition and how I was now in a rock band.
"You are now in a rock band?" she asked me.
"I am. Just keep an eye out for the Pickadillies sometime soon." I said.
"Then what happened?" she asked.
"I then saw what that liquid did to Gilda. She was just like Willow, with only sex on her mind... " I said with a gulp.
My story then told of how I ended up in the closet, fearing on the sexed-up Gilda. How, during my stay, I figured out the secret of the nympho-drops. Of how I came with my plan to give Susan the drops so my debt would be cancelled. I managed to detail the transformation I saw when I fed Susan the drops to Wanda Lee. I could tell she was trying to believe my words.
"So, you gave your sister the drops and she turned into... a sex-crazed blonde?" she said with uncertainly in her voice.
"It's true." I said.
"Just go on." she said, not wanting to question it further.
Finally, I got to the point of my story. I told of how Newshaw picked up my transformed sister and how a night of wild sex led to the cancellation of my debt. I then told of how, on my trip to retreive the nympho-drops, Susan downed two teaspoons of the stuff. I then wrapped things up with my run and how I jumped into the car to save my life.
"So, that's how you came into my car?" she said.
"It is the truth. I swear to it." I said.
"I still don't believe it." she said.
"Me, neither." I said as I gazed out the window to see the beginnings of the Illinois farmland outside Chicago.
"Now do I do with you?" she asked me.
"You could... turn around and drop me off at my sister's place. I'll tell you the way." I said.
"Oh, no. I'm not taking any more orders from men! I've had enough." she said with a slight rage in her tone.
"Then what do I do?" I asked her with worry.
"I'll figure it out." she said to me.
I looked behind me to see the last sights of Chicago disappear over the horizon. I was now out of Chicago heading further away with no way to return.
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That was a nice cliffhanger. With the thought that Oddley is moving away from his job and friends, I begin the process of closing down this post. I plan to write this until Oddley is safe in Chicago. Then, I will move on to other fiction. This might take a few episodes to do. Maybe, I'll do other storylines in the future. We'll see how you react to this first before allowing Oddley to share more of his incredible life story. It's a nice one, or so he told me.
To conclude this week's posting, next week is Valentine's Day, as many of you know. While I don't plan on doing a romantic tale (Oddley's got his story first), I do plan on sharing my ideals on romance and how I plan to use them in future efforts of fiction. Romance, to me, is a wonderful thing to experience. Either watching or having one from afar, it's a beautiful thing. It's often lost in this 21st century. In conclusion, the way to romance is to take the best road for two to travel on.
Join me next week, won't you?
Yours truly, John Maxwell
Your Fellow Traveler
Halfway up, I managed a look out of the window. I saw that the row upon row of houses that was my sister's neighborhood had been replaced with the sights of Chicago's much discussed outskirts. I was heading out of town fast. I managed to complete my rising up and took a nice sitting position in the back seat. I checked and saw that Wanda Lee hadn't noticed anything. I then saw the outskirts starting to thin out a little. I was about out of Chicago.
I began to panic inside. My life was all in Chicago and I was leaving it. Slowly, my theory on Wanda Lee was changing. She was, now in my mind, a lost soul. I was going that way but not on purpose. Quickly, I thought over the best way to alert Wanda Lee to my presense. I needed to do it in a way that would prevent her from calling the nearest cop. After five minutes, during which we passed out of the outskirts and into the out-laying areas of Chicago, I figured it. I gave a knock on the window.
Wanda Lee's ears perked up at the sound. She looked around her to see what the noise. I gulped as her gaze turned my way. I watched as Wanda Lee spotted the strange figure of a man in her back seat. A million thoughts then ran through her head. I was sharing in that as I thought over what to say. Finally, I broke the ice.
"Greetings." I said in a calm voice.
"Greetings? Greetings?" said Wanda Lee.
"Yes. Greetings." I said.
"Who are you?" she asked, very confused.
"My name is Oddley Mitchell." I told her.
"Oddley? What a weird name to have." she said.
"I've told that. I always have." I said to her.
"My name is Wanda Lee Melvin. This is my car." she said.
"I noticed that." I said with a laugh.
"Listen, how did you end up in here?" she asked me.
"It's a long story... " I said, gazing out the window to see the last signs of Chicago pass by.
"I have the time." she told me in no uncertain terms.
"If you insist, it begins with a baseball game and a bet... " I said, beginning my story.
I told her of the day that Newshaw descended on me and new employee Gilda. Of how Newshaw got me to bet $3,000 on a baseball game. I also gave a play-by-play of the game, which my choice lost. I then told her of how Newshaw gave me thirty days to pay my debt. I even mentioned how a date with my feminist sister would cancel said debt and how Susan refused such an idea. As I finished part one of my story, Wanda Lee had the look of disbeliement on her face.
"You don't expect me to believe that you're running from a simple baseball debt?" she said to me.
"It's not the debt. It's more than that." I said.
"Sounds like it to me." she said.
"Just listen to my story some more. I promise to get to the reason for why I'm here." I said.
"Go on, then... Oddley." she said, still unsure of my tale.
I then told her of how I met Willow, in reality the sexified Dr. Milner, and how she directed me to said scientist and her job offer. My near-death at the hands of the muscle man and the hulk-muscle serum was debated by Wanda Lee for a moment.
"You asking me to believe that you were almost killed by a super-powered muscle man?" she asked me in disbelief.
"Not that much. Really, I gave him a few insults and he almost ends my life." I said.
"I don't believe it. A one-night stand directs you to a scientist, who just gives you a job?" she said.
"It did happen that way, now let me finish." I said.
"I don't believe this... " I overheard her say.
However, as I told of how I came across the nympho-drops, she started to turn around. I told of how Dr. Milner just gave me the vial of liquid and how I gave it to Gilda. I then told Wanda Lee of how I met Gilda's brother Tuck and his band. I even mentioned my audition and how I was now in a rock band.
"You are now in a rock band?" she asked me.
"I am. Just keep an eye out for the Pickadillies sometime soon." I said.
"Then what happened?" she asked.
"I then saw what that liquid did to Gilda. She was just like Willow, with only sex on her mind... " I said with a gulp.
My story then told of how I ended up in the closet, fearing on the sexed-up Gilda. How, during my stay, I figured out the secret of the nympho-drops. Of how I came with my plan to give Susan the drops so my debt would be cancelled. I managed to detail the transformation I saw when I fed Susan the drops to Wanda Lee. I could tell she was trying to believe my words.
"So, you gave your sister the drops and she turned into... a sex-crazed blonde?" she said with uncertainly in her voice.
"It's true." I said.
"Just go on." she said, not wanting to question it further.
Finally, I got to the point of my story. I told of how Newshaw picked up my transformed sister and how a night of wild sex led to the cancellation of my debt. I then told of how, on my trip to retreive the nympho-drops, Susan downed two teaspoons of the stuff. I then wrapped things up with my run and how I jumped into the car to save my life.
"So, that's how you came into my car?" she said.
"It is the truth. I swear to it." I said.
"I still don't believe it." she said.
"Me, neither." I said as I gazed out the window to see the beginnings of the Illinois farmland outside Chicago.
"Now do I do with you?" she asked me.
"You could... turn around and drop me off at my sister's place. I'll tell you the way." I said.
"Oh, no. I'm not taking any more orders from men! I've had enough." she said with a slight rage in her tone.
"Then what do I do?" I asked her with worry.
"I'll figure it out." she said to me.
I looked behind me to see the last sights of Chicago disappear over the horizon. I was now out of Chicago heading further away with no way to return.
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That was a nice cliffhanger. With the thought that Oddley is moving away from his job and friends, I begin the process of closing down this post. I plan to write this until Oddley is safe in Chicago. Then, I will move on to other fiction. This might take a few episodes to do. Maybe, I'll do other storylines in the future. We'll see how you react to this first before allowing Oddley to share more of his incredible life story. It's a nice one, or so he told me.
To conclude this week's posting, next week is Valentine's Day, as many of you know. While I don't plan on doing a romantic tale (Oddley's got his story first), I do plan on sharing my ideals on romance and how I plan to use them in future efforts of fiction. Romance, to me, is a wonderful thing to experience. Either watching or having one from afar, it's a beautiful thing. It's often lost in this 21st century. In conclusion, the way to romance is to take the best road for two to travel on.
Join me next week, won't you?
Yours truly, John Maxwell
Your Fellow Traveler
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