:ady Lynda sat there glumly on her paisley upholstered sofa
contemplating what precisely came in effect because of her
etiquette teachings to the students. How edifying was her
teachings? Yes it was true there was a soiree but what happened
next? Yes what did happen? Did her as they say on that new fangled
net , her BFF Auntie Carol. Did she know?
There was this Lourdes, aka Lala and her gentleman friend
Francisco. She of the Charm School for Wayward Girls. He of The
Pequot Reform School for Dastardly Bastards. That ruffian was no
gentleman when she first met him. Lady Lynda reminisced. She
thought of the Latino Francisco, olive skin, and ebony eyes. His
face was a stark contrast in disconcerting dissonance. His lady
friend Lala was olive, statuesque, voluptious. Lourdes was an apt
name for her for Lord knows how she’d turn out. Auntie Carol’s
colleague remembered her experiences with the wayward girls and the
dastardly bastards, las Combronas. She recalled most specifically
the remarkably handsome Francisco and Lala. Her successes in
inculcating in proper deportment. She made them former neer do
wells. That was her shining hour and her crowning glory. Now her
spirits brightened and knew what to tell her potential agent.
The woman was still nervous as she dialed the phone. This time she
was feeling somewhat more confident.