The Abduction Is On (or is it?)

I'm repaired, I've got a couple of extra 'things' added to me, and I'm being mailed home. Yay! Sure, it's back to Montana, but I've been away and neglected too long. But I have this nagging thought in the back of my mind--I think I really liked my time away. They were fairly nice people. And in the end, I wasn't too worse for wear. Maybe I was really beginning to like these people. I sort of felt sorry that I wasn't going to be seeing those people again. But no, dammit! They held me hostage! They abused me! I can't feel this way! I'm not Patty Hearst (for those of you who don't get it, click on the link...)! But if I actually did the things I think I might have, I'll need an excuse. Something to blame it on... Maybe I'll do the research when I get home. Yes, home to the big guy in Montana.

Well, imagine the shock when the package was opened when I got home! It wasn't the big guy! It was a very attractive woman! And this certainly wasn't the big guy's apartment! What just happened? I felt it best to just listen, and see if I could figure this out. And I found out alot! This woman, code-named Biscuit (where do they get these names?), was apparently a friend of the girls in Nashville. I was being spirited around like the underground railroad! While I wasn't sure of where I was, I was relatively certain it was nowhere near Montana! As I awaited my fate, I felt a calm fall over me. I could worry about what was going to happen to me, or I could be like Patty, and just enjoy the ride, and embrace my captors. With that mindset, I was ready for whatever this pretty lady was ready to dish out!


Obviously, from this picture, you can see that I was in the midst of a more laid-back, serene atmosphere. No wild parties, no button-ripping escapades. Just a glass of Bailey's, a warm fire, and her company. I was in great hands. I could get to like this, I think...