Natasha (9)

Frank watered his tomatoes.

This hot Texas sun sure makes growing giant beef 'maters easier'n cow tippin! he thought to himself.

Frank talked to himself a lot. He'd spent a considerable percentage in lecture halls talking to students and he missed having a rapt audience.

Those kids sure had to pay attention. Frank used to start off nice and slow and make his explanations so clear that even the dumbest student should have a clear impression of what he was talking about. Then Frank liked to throw a spanner in the works; taking a quantum time leap forward in complicated theory to see if the students were really awake and giving him his due.

Provided the kids looked puzzled he'd go back a few light years and help them along; however, if their expressions remained neutral, he'd pick on a student and demand an explanation of his last statement.

'I taught 'em good' Frank said to himself.

Natasha was at the movies. She was a professional lady. Natasha had qualified not only as a doctor but as a surgeon. She was now at the pinnacle of her career; a respected consultant and an expert in her field.

Frank felt some discomfort that night. He had to get up and go pee yet again. These nightly walks to the bathrooms that disturbed his sleep were beginning to cause him a certain degree of annoyance.

'Heck!' Frank said to himself

'The State University has given me both a damn good pension and medical bewnefits.... I might as well get myself checked out!'

Frank had a swollen prostate gland. It wasn't cancerous, but it could turn out that way if not 'seen to'.

Natasha smiled at her patient. He seemed a nice man. She knew he was a retired professor and had a reputation in his field of research. It was nice to be able to speak to a patient who not only appreciated a pleasant bedside mannner but had the brain of a scientist to assimulate all the facts of his case in a detached manner.

A year later Frank and Natasha met outside the local cinema complex. It was purely by chance.

'How's your........ummm' said Natasha

'Fine' said Frank

'You did a great job. I'm very grateful.'

'My pleasure' said Natasha.

They saw the same 'movie'.

They decided to meet the next evening for a meal at Frank's favourite restaurant.

Frank told Natasha about his students. Natasha laughed. Natasha told Frank about her love of Dolby sound and why she so much prefered seeing a movie in the cinema on 'the big screen' rather than as a video or dvd at home. Frank told Natasha of his tomato growing hobby. Natasha told him of her love for music and how she could make 'fried green 'maters' to die for.

Frank was charmed by this sweet, intelligent and very professional lady. Natasha was charmed by this retired gentleman and his quirky sense of humour.

Natasha made him her 'fried green 'maters'.

The next fall they got married.

They were very happy. Their lives were complete. They loved each other dearly and remained married to each other for the rest of their lives.

The day Frank died Natasha picked one of his best beef tomatoes. She made a salad out of it, with red onion rings and some olive oil, a little vinegar, a touch of salt, a little pepper and the tip of a teaspoon of mustard.

She had been retired now for several years. She did not look forward to being on her own; neither she nor Frank had any children.

She smiled and turned on the internet.

She wrote Frank an email at his address. She knew somehow he'd be able to read it.

One day they'd be back together again, Natasha thought, as she hit the 'send' button and sent her love through the internet into the ether and out beyond the stars that shone in the cold Texas night sky.........

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I might have to change my profile-Looking for Frank!!!

Aaahh, an American love story... how sweet!


What are you anyway - some kinda colorful, gleamin' story-telling jukebox? You just press the buttons for a story of your choice, and a few moments later out it pops - with a thumping beat, heartstring-pulling lyrics and a more than memorable chorus, all in glorious stereophonic sound??!

M'am - yer wish is my command!

I'm the wordsmith genie - I can make up your story AND make it come true!......

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just be careful of the 'twist in the tail'!

Oh, my goodness!



Twist in the tail? Are we talking pigs?? Pigs are cute, though!...

I don't care how beautiful the woman is........... I simply refuse to go 'OINK! OINK!' in the bedroom!

So where do you draw the line? At "mooooooh!"? Or perhaps "baaaaaah!"?....