Date: Wed, 22 Mar 1995 06:36:48 -0700
Title: Biker Vern appears

Claire's hand shook as she held the device with a tiny red light
on it.  Sis smiled and said, "Are you sure this toy won't backfire too?"

One of the bikers stood and in a too-loud voice said, "Leave 'er alone,
dammit!  Can't ya see she's scared.  Do you wanna have ta deal
with me?  BAck off Jeannie!"  It was Vern, one of the regulars at Bikers.
Big, patch over one eye, tattoos, leather clad, he stepped toward
the table under which Claire was huddling.

"OK, Vern.  Take it easy..."  but he suddenly made a lunge at Sis,
across the metal table.  She was caught unaware and was surprised
when he was able to grab her arm and partially spin her around so
she was facing the exit.  He gave her a push toward the door and
said, "Go on Sis.  You don't want no more trouble here.  I'm trying to
be nice with ya here, ya know?"

Sis spun around with anger in her eyes.  Vern said, "Hey, Sis,  We've
known each other fer a long time now.  Why don't you go out to the
 vernal  countryside?  Maybe the peace and quiet will settle you
out."

ver.nal \'v*rn- *l\ adj : of, relating to, or occurring in the
  spring of the year.

Claire, from under the table, yelled, "Yeah slut, get out before I blow
us all outta here!"
"It won't work anyway asshole!  Your little red light went out.  Go ahead,
push the button.  Go ON!" Sis said, around Vern who was standing
between the table and Sis.

Vern, in his own way said "No, Claire-- don't.  You don't need it.  She's
leavin'."

ver.nal: like or in the manner of Vern. 

Happy Wednesday.  Are we ready for the big storm approaching?  Snow inna
mountains?  Oh oh.... Where there's snow there's ... boarders!!!

luv ya,
de