Cassie

It was a Saturday, October that the world was standing still, raining like you won’t believe and all this idle time to kill. It’s in between the seasons now the ‘granny’ has been won, and the cricket’s still two weeks away - so how do I have fun? Especially seeing that the netball club is on their poky trip. And my wife who is the President must clasp a tightened grip on all those ladies running loose without their pining men, who are home and really worried about a pregnancy again. I watched the movies on the telly, and read the paper twice, then thought about the pub that usually would entice. But the weather was a dampener for the thought of even beer, so I picked the paper up again … ‘Hello, what is this here!’ I missed the ‘Personal Ads’ for they’re something I don’t read, because they are Professional women …for who I have little need, but the wife’s away and I’m alone; so I’m these ladies aim, and I’ve got a hundred bucks to spare - and I’m pretty game! I took the time to scan the print that’s written pertinent to me, and there’s one ‘Ad’ that stirred me loins for a girl I’d love to see - ‘A single black female seeking a man for companionship and fun, and she hasn’t any ethnic qualms, so I’m not one she’ll shun’. ‘She mentions she’s good looking and she loves to dance and play. She loves hunting, fishing, camping, and go walking every day. She likes riding in a jazzed up ute, and then mentions one desire, is to cuddle up on rainy days beside you near the fire’. ‘And dinners laced with candlelight will have her eating from your hand. Give her a rub and she’ll respond in ways she’ll only understand. Her preference is to only dress, in what nature dressed her in; kiss her, Cassie’s yours … ring this number - and your fun can begin!’ Nervously I dialled the numbers and the phone began to ring. I cleared me throat before I asked the girl who’s answering, “I’m calling ‘bout your ‘Ad’ for Cassie. That’s who I’m yearning for”. “You’ll love her” the woman chuckled - “She’s a lovely Labrador!”