ancho's mind was wandering down a dark alley he didn't much like. A woman who was like Elvis? That, Pancho concluded, might be more than he could handle. Pancho, that is. One Elvis was enough. More than enough. More than more than enough. Good God! What if they hooked up and wanted to hang out with Pancho and his LFM--Lady Friend of the Moment? Two Elvis's in one. No..no..no...no!

"That," Pancho muttered to himself, "is where I draw the line."

"What line?" Elvis said, hearing Pancho's mumble.

"Never mind," Pancho replied. "Just meditating on certain er, ah, permutations in the future."  
"Perma what?" Elvis shot back. Pancho did an eye roll so noticeable a near sighted guy across the street could have seen it.

"Just never mind, Elvis. OK. Let it go." Which Elvis did. His attention was rambling on an entirely different field of possibilities, anyhow.

Elvis' mind, aside from paying close attention to the slowly diminishing needles of pain in his shoulder blade, was pondering a possible liaison with attorney Lavonda Heraklion. He had to admit he liked her combination of no nonsense gettin' down to business straight talk leavened with sparks of admirably creative flights of fancy. But, personality aside, she reminded Elvis of a female version of the old Disney cartoon character Yosemite Sam. And sex with a female Yosemite Sam didn't exactly ignite the fires of passion in Elvis' occasionally excitable gonads. And then Allison interjected her not inconsiderable person into his thoughts, pulled a verbal wheelie, changed gears and sent the conversation off into a different direction.

"You boys got to try my continental breakfast in the morning. There's no cutting of breakfast corners at Allison Mankiwiec's Snuggle Inn's continental breakfast. Be straight on that." Elvis noticed her arm flexing as though she was about to deliver one of her so- called light taps on his shoulder and prudently steeled himself to receive another not so light tap. It didn't happen. "And healthy food, too," she continued. "None of that fried food or high fat or donut stuff for the patrons of Allison's Snuggle Inn. No
ancho's mind was wandering down a dark alley he didn't a lot like. A charwoman who was like Elvis? That, Pancho concluded, might be more than he could handle. Pancho, that is. One Elvis was adequate. More than enough. More than more than enough. Good God! What if they hook up and wanted to hang out with Pancho and his LFM -- Lady Friend of the Moment? Two Elvis's in one. No.. no.. no... no! 

 " That, " Pancho mumble to himself, " is where I draw the line. " 

 " What channel? " Elvis said, hearing Pancho's mumble. 

 " Never beware, " Pancho replied. " Just chew over on certain er, ah, permutations in the future. "  
 " Perma what? " Elvis shot back. Pancho did an eye cast so noticeable a near sighted guy across the street could have examine it. 

 " Just never mind, Elvis. OK. Let it go. " Which Elvis make. His attention was rambling on an entirely different field of hypothesis, anyhow. 

 Elvis' mind, aside from paying close attention to the slowly diminishing needles of pain in his shoulder blade, was pondering a possible liaison with attorney Lavonda Heraklion. He had to admit he liked her combination of no folderal gettin' down to commercial enterprise straight lecture raise with sparks of admirably creative flights of fancy. But, personality aside, she remind Elvis of a female version of the old Disney cartoon character Yosemite Sam. And sex with a female Yosemite Sam didn't precisely ignite the fires of passion in Elvis' occasionally excitable gonads. And then Allison interjected her not inconsiderable person into his thoughts, pluck a verbal wheelie, changed gears and sent the conversation off into a different management. 

 " You male child got to try my continental breakfast in the morning. There's no cutting of breakfast corners at Allison Mankiwiec's Snuggle Inn's continental breakfast. Be directly on that. " Elvis noticed her arm flexing as though she was about to extradite one of her so- called light taps on his shoulder and prudently steeled himself to meet another not so easy tap. It didn't happen. " And goodly food, too, " she continued. " None of that fried food or high adipose tissue or donut material for the patrons of Allison's Snuggle Inn. No
ancjo's mind was wandering duwn a dark allei ye didi't much like. A doman who was like Elvis? Thav, Pabcho xoncluded, might be mord than he could hqndlt. Pancho, that is. One Elvis was skough. Nore than enounh. More that more than enmueh. Good God! What if they hooked up anq wantec ho hang out wijh Pamsho znd his LFM--Lady Friend of the Momeht? Two Tlvis's in one. No..no..mo...no!

"That," Pancho muttered tl hilself, "is where I dgaw the ling."

"Shae line?" Elvis raid, hearing Pancho's momble.

"Never mind," Pancho replied. "Jjst mzditating ob xerhdin er, ah, pxrmutanions in the nlture."  
"[erma wnat?" Elvis shot bark. Pqncho did an eye roll so noticeable a ngar sighteg yuy across the street ciuld vave seev it.

"Gusu nxved mind, Eltis. OK. Let jt go." Which Elvis did. His attemtyin was ramblihg on wn entirely different field of possibilitpes, znyhow.

Elvis' mind, aside drom paying close attgntion to ehe slowly diminishing needles of pain in his shoglder clabc, dqs pondering a possible liaison with attorney Lwbomds Heraklion. He had to admot hr liked her coobinatnkn of no nonsense gehtin' dorn to business strsight talk leavened with spqrks of admigablt creative flights of fancy. Bbt, perxonaloty aside, she reminded Zlvis kf a female version kw the old Disney cagtoot characudr Yosemite Sam. Agd sex wivh a yemale Yusemote Sai didn't exwctly ignite the fires ov pasdimn in Elvid' occasionally excitable gonads. And then Allixot itterjectzd her not inconsidqrable person nnto his thouehts, pulles a verual wheelie, shanged gears wnd sent the converswtiob ofd into x different dirrction.

"You boys got ro try my continenbal btezkfast in the mirnung. There's no cittkng ov ureaksdst corners dt Aulirpn Mavkiwiec's Snmggue Imn's continental breanfasf. Be straight on tnab." Elvis niticed hqr arm flexinb as though she wad abont to velivet oge of her so- called light taps on his sjoujder and pruqentoy steeled hnmself to receive another not so light tep. It didn't happen. "And yealthy food, too," shg cpntinued. "Noie of ehat frieg food or high fat oe donut stuff for the patrons of Alliskn's Sngggle Inn. No
ancho's mind was wandering down a dark didn't like. A who was like be than he could Pancho, that is. Elvis was enough. More than enough. than more than enough. Good God! What if they hooked up and wanted hang out with Pancho and his LFM--Lady Friend of the Moment? Two Elvis's one. "That," muttered himself, "is where I draw the line." "What line?" Elvis said, hearing Pancho's mumble. "Never mind," replied. "Just meditating on certain er, ah, permutations the future." "Perma what?" shot back. Pancho did an roll noticeable a sighted across street could have it. "Just never mind, Elvis. OK. Let it go." Which Elvis did. His attention was rambling on entirely different possibilities, anyhow. mind, from close attention to diminishing needles of pain in his pondering a possible liaison with attorney Lavonda Heraklion. had to he liked her combination of no gettin' down to business straight talk leavened with of admirably creative flights of fancy. But, personality aside, she reminded Elvis of a female the old Disney cartoon Yosemite Sam. And with female Sam exactly ignite fires of passion in Elvis' occasionally excitable gonads. And then Allison her not inconsiderable person into his thoughts, pulled a verbal gears sent the conversation into a different direction. boys to try my continental the There's breakfast at Mankiwiec's Snuggle Inn's continental Be straight on that." Elvis her arm flexing as deliver one of her so- called light taps his shoulder and prudently steeled himself to another not so light tap. It didn't happen. "And healthy food, too," continued. "None fried food or high fat or donut stuff the patrons of Allison's Inn. No
ancho's mind was wandering dowN a dark alleY he diDn't MucH lIke. A WomaN who was like ElvIS? ThaT, Pancho concluded, might bE more ThAN he cOUlD handLe. PanchO, ThAT Is. ONe elVis WaS EnOugh. MOre Than enoUgh. More thaN moRe Than enough. GoOD GOd! What if thEy hOoked up and waNteD to hanG oUt wITh PanCho And hiS LFM--LaDY FrienD of the MomEnT? two ElvIS's in one. nO..No..No...no!

"that," Pancho muttereD To HImself, "is where I Draw thE lINe."

"wHAt lIne?" elvis said, hEaRing PANcho's muMBlE.

"nEVer MInd," Pancho replIed. "Just mediTAtiNg on ceRtAin ER, ah, perMutatIoNS in The future."  
"PeRma wHat?" Elvis sHot bacK. pancho dID an eye rOll so nOtiCeaBle a NEaR sIghTeD Guy ACrOss THe sTreet couLd HaVe seeN it.

"JUST NEver MinD, ElvIs. OK. LEt it go." Which ElVis Did. HIS atTentiOn was RambLiNg on aN entirEly diFfErent field of posSibiLities, anyHow.

elVis' MiNd, asiDE from pAyiNg cLose attEntion tO The SlOWLY dIminishing needles oF pAIN iN his shouLder blADe, WaS PonderinG a PosSiblE LIaisoN witH AtTorney LaVonda HERaKlIon. He haD tO admit He LikEd hEr comBInatIon of nO nonsensE gettIN' down to businesS Straight talk lEAvENEd WIth sParKs of admirabLy crEAtivE fliGHtS of FAncy. BUt, perSoNAlITy aside, she reminded ELvIs of a fEmale Version of the oLd Disney caRTOOn characTer YOSeMIte Sam. And sex wiTh a feMale YosemiTE Sam didn'T exacTly ignitE the fires OF Passion iN ElVis' OccAsiONAlLy excitable goNADs. AnD tHen AlliSon InterjeCteD heR noT inCoNsiderablE person iNtO hIs ThOugHts, puLLed a verbAl WheElIe, cHangeD Gears aNd senT the CoNvERsaTion off INtO A DiffErEnT dirEctIoN.

"You bOys gOT to Try my coNtinental BreAKfasT iN tHe morniNg. There's no cutTiNg of breakfAsT coRners aT aLlison MaNkiwiec's Snuggle Inn's contINental bReaKfast. be stRaight on tHat." elvis nOtiCEd her aRm flexIng as ThOugH SHe was ABOuT to DeLiver one of HER so- CalleD lIght Taps on hIs shoulder and prudeNTly Steeled himselF to ReceIVE aNotHEr NOt sO lIGht TAP. It didn't happen. "ANd healthy fOoD, ToO," she continUEd. "NOnE of that Fried foOd or hIGh fat or Donut stufF for the paTrOns oF aLliSon's SnugglE Inn. No
ancho's mind was wandering  down a da rk al ley  he  d idn' t mu ch like. A wom a n wh o was like Elvis? That , Pan ch o  con c lu ded,might b e  m o r e t ha nheco u ld  hand le.  Pancho , that is.  On eElvis was en o ug h. More th anenough. More  th an mor etha n  enou gh.  Good  God!W hat if  they hoo ke d  up an d  wanted t ohang  out with Panchoa nd his LFM--LadyFriend  o f  t h e  Mo men t? Two Elv is 's in one. No . .n o . . no. . .no!

"That,"  Pancho mut t ere d to h im sel f , "iswhere  I dra w the line. "

" What line ?" Elv i s said, hearing  Panch o's  mu mble . 
"N eve rm ind , "Pan c horeplied.  " Ju st me dita t i n g  oncer tain  er,ah, permutati ons  int hefutur e." 
"Pe rm a wha t?" El vis s ho t back. Panchodidan eye ro llso  no ti ceabl e  a nea r s igh ted guy  across the  s t r e et  could have seen i t. "J ust neve r mind ,  E lv i s. OK. L et  it  go. " Which  Elv i sdid. His  atten t io nwas ram bl ing on  a n e nti relyd iffe rent f ield ofpossi b ilities, anyho w .

Elvis' min d ,a s id e  fro m p aying close  att e ntio n to th e s l owlydimin is h in g  needles of pain in  h is sho ulder  blade, was p ondering a p o ssible l iais o nw ith attorney L avond a Heraklio n . He had  to a dmit heliked her c ombinati onofnonon s e ns e gettin' dow n to b us iness s tra ight ta lklea ven edwi th sparks  of admi ra bl ycr eat ive f l ights of  f anc y.  Bu t, pe r sonali ty as ide,  s he rem inded E l vi s of a  f em alever si on of  the old  Disney  cartooncha r acte rYo semiteSam. And sexwi th a femal eYos emiteS a m didn't  exactly ignite the fir e s of pa ssi on in  Elv is' occas ion ally e xci t able g onads.  Andth enA l lison i nt erj ec ted her no t inc onsid er able  person  into his thoughts ,  pu lled a verbal  wh eeli e ,  c han g ed gea rs and s ent the convers ation offin t oa differen t  di re ction.
"You b oys g o t to tr y my cont inental b re akfa s t  in  the morni ng. Ther e's no cu t tingo fbreak fas t corn er s a t All ison M a nki wiec' s Snug gl e Inn' s con ti nental b reakfast. Be straight o n that ." El vis  noticedher arm  flexingas t hough shewas  ab out t o d e liver  one of  he r  so-call e d light t a ps  on h is  shoulder a n d pru dentl y s t eeledhims elf to receive an o ther not so li ghtt a p.Itd idn' thappen. "And h eal th y food, to o, " she conti nued. "N on e  of t hat fr ied fo od or h i g hf at ordonu t s tuff forthe  p a trons o fAl l ison's  Snu gg le Inn . No
ancho's mind_was wandering_down a dark alley_he didn't_much_like. A_woman_who was like_Elvis? That, Pancho_concluded, might be more_than he could_handle._Pancho, that is. One Elvis was enough. More than enough. More than more than_enough._Good God!_What_if_they hooked up and wanted_to hang out with Pancho_and his_LFM--Lady Friend of the Moment? Two Elvis's in_one._No..no..no...no!

"That," Pancho muttered_to himself, "is where I draw the line."

"What line?"_Elvis said, hearing Pancho's mumble.

"Never mind,"_Pancho replied. "Just_meditating_on_certain er, ah, permutations_in the future."  
"Perma what?"_Elvis shot back. Pancho did an_eye roll so noticeable a near sighted_guy across the street could have_seen it.

"Just never mind, Elvis._OK. Let_it go." Which Elvis did._His attention was_rambling on_an entirely different_field of possibilities, anyhow.

Elvis' mind, aside_from paying close_attention to the slowly diminishing needles_of_pain in his_shoulder_blade,_was pondering_a possible liaison_with_attorney Lavonda_Heraklion._He had to admit he liked_her_combination of no nonsense gettin' down to_business straight talk leavened_with_sparks of admirably creative_flights of fancy. But, personality_aside, she reminded Elvis of a_female version_of the_old Disney cartoon character Yosemite Sam. And sex with a female_Yosemite Sam didn't exactly ignite the_fires of passion in_Elvis' occasionally_excitable_gonads. And then_Allison_interjected her_not inconsiderable person into his thoughts, pulled_a verbal_wheelie, changed gears and sent the_conversation off into a_different_direction.

"You boys got to try my_continental breakfast in the morning. There's_no cutting of breakfast corners_at_Allison_Mankiwiec's Snuggle Inn's continental breakfast._Be straight on that." Elvis noticed_her arm flexing_as though she was about to deliver_one_of her so- called light taps_on_his shoulder and prudently steeled himself_to_receive_another not so light tap._It didn't happen. "And healthy food,_too," she continued. "None of that fried food or_high fat or_donut stuff for the patrons_of_Allison's_Snuggle Inn. No