Carolina Love Story

Lance had stopped by the Kit Kat Klub about 10 on a freezing Saturday night in January. A slight drifting of snow was silently coasting the sidewalks, and the neon glow of the Club's sign gave the snow flakes a hodgepodge of crazy quilt colors. The street was quiet but once he stepped through the doors the rhythmic beat of the music and the gyrating bodies told him that the evening's party was in full swing.

Lance walked into the room and scanned the bar area. Nothing much happening there. He quickly went to the men's room and took care of business. When he stepped back into the bar area, the band had taken a 15 minute break. Standing at the bar was the most breathtakingly beautiful, 36-24-36, platinum haired beauty he had ever seen. His eyes were only on her as he wound his way through the chairs and tables toward smoldering blue eyes and Marilyn Monroe mouth. As he made his way along, roars of laughter made him aware that the crowd was in a great mood and looking for a fun night.

The mahogany bar gleamed in the smoky light as Lance propped his left elbow on it. Facing the gorgeous gal he spoke to the bartender and said "Give the lady a drink, Joe". Slowly she turned to face him and gave him a slow look, up and down. With a smile, she said "Make it a double, Joe". Their eyes could see only each other. "Hi handsome, my name is Ginger" she said. Over the next 15 minutes they communed as only two people meant to be soulmates can. Lance felt as though he had known Ginger all of his life. 

When the band started moving toward the stage Lance said "I have my Mercedes at the curb, let's go over to my place and put on a few records and watch the logs in the fireplace." Ginger hesitated for a moment and looked deeply into his eyes. Then she replied "Lead the way Lance". Lance turned away from Ginger and started for the door. Ginger stood startled for a moment and then looked closer at the back of his trousers. She burst into a roar of laughter. Hanging over his belt and fluttering in the breeze of Lance's walking was a stream of toilet paper. No wonder the crowd was roaring with laughter!