Family Matters

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“Aunt Amy!  This is a pleasant surprise; what brings you here?”

“Napoleon, I have to tell you something embarrassing.”

Taking her by the arm, he led her to the couch.  “What’s wrong?”

Wiping her eyes with a tissue, she murmured, “I’ve been seeing someone and I think he’s…stealing from me.”

Quietly furious, he asked, “Why are you embarrassed?  You’re a victim!”

“How can I trust my judgment again?  This is the first man I’ve socialized with since…,” she couldn’t finish.

Kissing her cheek, Napoleon said, “Give me his name and contact information, dear.  Illya and I’ll take care of it.”

Family Matters

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“Aunt Amy!  This is a pleasant surprise; what brings you here?”

“Napoleon, I have to tell you something embarrassing.”

Taking her by the arm, he led her to the couch.  “What’s wrong?”

Wiping her eyes with a tissue, she murmured, “I’ve been seeing someone and I think he’s…stealing from me.”

Quietly furious, he asked, “Why are you embarrassed?  You’re a victim!”

“How can I trust my judgment again?  This is the first man I’ve socialized with since…,” she couldn’t finish.

Kissing her cheek, Napoleon said, “Give me his name and contact information, dear.  Illya and I’ll take care of it.”

Sharing Your Pain - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The blond man winced and emitted a curse beneath his breath. There was no denying company policy.

“Illya, just hang in there, tovarisch.  Only one more… ouch.  I felt that one too.”

A dangerous blue stare indicated disagreement.

“I assure you, only I felt that last…chyort “

“That was the last shot, Mr. Kuryakin.  Mr. Solo?”

Illya smiled as the doctor patted the seat being vacated.  Vaccinations were a part of their lives, traveling as they did all over the world.

“There there, Napoleon.  Believe me when I say that your pain is my pain, tovarisch.”

Napoleon didn’t believe it.

Sharing Your Pain - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The blond man winced and emitted a curse beneath his breath. There was no denying company policy.

“Illya, just hang in there, tovarisch.  Only one more… ouch.  I felt that one too.”

A dangerous blue stare indicated disagreement.

“I assure you, only I felt that last…chyort “

“That was the last shot, Mr. Kuryakin.  Mr. Solo?”

Illya smiled as the doctor patted the seat being vacated.  Vaccinations were a part of their lives, traveling as they did all over the world.

“There there, Napoleon.  Believe me when I say that your pain is my pain, tovarisch.”

Napoleon didn’t believe it.

A little Drabble will do ya-Reading.

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What do the guys read while waiting in all those hotel rooms for entertainment.

Reading

The two agents lay on their separate beds each holding an open magazine.

 “How can you read that stuff?” Napoleon asked pointing to his partner’s copy of Quantum Mechanics Today.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Illya said indicating his Playboy Magazine.

“Mine has interesting articles in it.”

“It has pictures of models in various stages of undress.”

“The models in your magazine are also in various stages of being stripped.”

“Napoleon, they are pictures of disassembled motors.”

“But my pictures are more entertaining.”

“I give up Napoleon; I will admit you pictures are more agreeably diverting.”

A little Drabble will do ya-Reading.

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What do the guys read while waiting in all those hotel rooms for entertainment.

Reading

The two agents lay on their separate beds each holding an open magazine.

 “How can you read that stuff?” Napoleon asked pointing to his partner’s copy of Quantum Mechanics Today.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Illya said indicating his Playboy Magazine.

“Mine has interesting articles in it.”

“It has pictures of models in various stages of undress.”

“The models in your magazine are also in various stages of being stripped.”

“Napoleon, they are pictures of disassembled motors.”

“But my pictures are more entertaining.”

“I give up Napoleon; I will admit you pictures are more agreeably diverting.”

Read em' and Weep~ A little Drabble Do Ya

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They sat together using a wooden crate as their table;  a single white candle balanced in a glass illuminated the scene.

“We’re nearly out of supplies.

“Stop complaining and deal.”

Napoleon put down his cards, looking to his pile of peanuts. “Well?”

“Your bet.”

“Everything in.”

Illya shoved his stash into the pot.

“Not enough.”

Patting his pockets, he found a bag of airline peanuts.

“Read em’ and weep,” Napoleon grinned. “Eighteen.

Twenty-one...Blackjack. I believe I win.” Illya happily gathered his prize.

“What about me? That’s all the food we have.”

Illya tossed him the cellophane bag.

“Gee thanks.”

Read em' and Weep~ A little Drabble Do Ya

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They sat together using a wooden crate as their table;  a single white candle balanced in a glass illuminated the scene.

“We’re nearly out of supplies.

“Stop complaining and deal.”

Napoleon put down his cards, looking to his pile of peanuts. “Well?”

“Your bet.”

“Everything in.”

Illya shoved his stash into the pot.

“Not enough.”

Patting his pockets, he found a bag of airline peanuts.

“Read em’ and weep,” Napoleon grinned. “Eighteen.

Twenty-one...Blackjack. I believe I win.” Illya happily gathered his prize.

“What about me? That’s all the food we have.”

Illya tossed him the cellophane bag.

“Gee thanks.”