 on Western Omelets is likely doomed to failure. And so it was with Diedre. Though Elvis still did sometimes daydream about her omelets.

Siobhan McKenna was standing in the San Luis secondary lot when Elvis and Pancho sauntered in. Siobhan was a stand up dudette who scored in the absolute top percentile in both Elvis' and Pancho's inspector rating books. Was Siobhan an eye-popping voluptuous russet-maned Celtic beauty like that babe from the classic movie era, Maureen O'Hara, or one of the pale skinned, bright blue eyed babes from Irish TV? Or a statuesque presence like the famous fiery flame-haired Celtic warrior queen of Roman Britain, **Boudicca?**

Not quite. Not by a whole field full of quites. Siobhan was as black as a chunk of lignite in the Appalachian coal fields. Nor was she an eye-popper. She was a little on the chunky side, almost dumpy, and had frizzy hair that always looked marginally unkempt. She was the kind of woman who didn't get many second looks from the perennially horny male half of the population. When walking down a sidewalk, that is. She could rock out a dance floor with fluid, double joined moves and grab plenty of admiring oogles there, even if her date book was mostly still empty. She was however, one hell of a inspector who was about to be picked up as a CBP special agent. And she was also a good friend of both Elvis and Pancho, despite the fact she could easily drink both of them under the table and still be able to walk a mostly straight line. And never mind going into explanations about how a woman a black as the Queen of Spades had a name like Siobhan McKenna. The last guy, in a series of flip mouths that reached into the dozens, who remarked on the "Black Irish" to Siobhan forthwith got a black of his own.

All around his startled left eye.

"Siobhan!" Elvis said, playing on the Irish name thing. "How was Ireland?"

"OK, Elvis," she shot back. "How was the mental institution?"

"Unfortunately, Siobhan," Pancho chimed in. "They let him out."

They ch
on Western Omelets is likely doomed to failure. And so it was with Diedre. Though Elvis however did sometimes dream about her omelets. 

 Siobhan McKenna was standing in the San Luis junior-grade lot when Elvis and Pancho stroll in. Siobhan was a stand up dudette who scored in the absolute top percentile in both Elvis' and Pancho's examiner rating books. Was Siobhan an eye - pop voluptuous russet - maned Celtic smasher like that babe from the classic movie era, Maureen O'Hara, or one of the pale bark, bright blue eyed babes from Irish TV? Or a statuesque bearing like the famous fiery flame - hairy Celtic warrior queen of Roman Britain, * * Boudicca? * * 

 Not quite. Not by a whole field full of quites. Siobhan was as bootleg as a chunk of lignite in the Appalachian ember fields. Nor was she an eye - popper. She was a little on the chunky side, about dumpy, and had frizzy hair that always looked marginally unkempt. She was the kind of woman who didn't get many second looks from the perennially horny male half of the population. When walking down a sidewalk, that is. She could rock out a dance floor with fluid, double joined moves and catch plenty of admiring oogles there, even if her date ledger was by and large still empty. She was however, one hell of a examiner who was about to be picked up as a CBP particular agent. And she was also a effective friend of both Elvis and Pancho, despite the fact she could easily drink both of them under the table and still be able to walk a mostly straight line. And never mind going into explanations about how a charwoman a black as the Queen of Spades induce a name like Siobhan McKenna. The last guy, in a series of flip mouths that reached into the tons, who remarked on the " Black Irish " to Siobhan forthwith got a total darkness of his own. 

 All around his startled leave eye. 

 " Siobhan! " Elvis said, play on the Irish name thing. " How was Ireland? " 

 " OK, Elvis, " she shoot back. " How was the mental initiation? " 

 " Unfortunately, Siobhan, " Pancho chimed in. " They permit him out. " 

 They ch
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siObhan mcKenna WAs STAndInG iN thE SAN LUis seConDary lot When Elvis aNd PAnCho sauntered IN. SIobhan was a StaNd up dudette wHo sCored iN tHe aBSolutE toP percEntile IN both ELvis' and PaNcHO's inspECtor ratING bOoks. was Siobhan an eye-poPPiNG voluptuous rusSet-manEd cElTIC beAutY like that bAbE from THe classIC mOVIE erA, maureen O'Hara, oR one of the paLE skInned, bRiGht BLue eyeD babeS fROm IRish TV? Or a stAtueSque preseNce likE The famoUS fiery fLame-haIreD CeLtic WArRiOr qUeEN of rOmAn BRItaIn, **BoudicCa?**

noT quitE. Not BY A WHole FieLd fuLl of qUites. Siobhan wAs aS blaCK as A chunK of liGnitE iN the APpalacHian cOaL fields. Nor was shE an eYe-popper. SHe wAs A liTtLe on tHE chunkY siDe, aLmost duMpy, and hAD frIzZY HAiR that always looked mArGINaLly unkemPt. She wAS tHe KInd of womAn Who Didn'T GEt manY secONd Looks froM the peREnNiAlly horNy Male haLf Of tHe pOpulaTIon. WHen walKing down A sideWAlk, that is. She coULd rock out a danCE fLOOr WIth fLuiD, double joinEd moVEs anD graB PlEntY Of admIring OoGLeS There, even if her date bOoK was moStly sTill empty. She wAs however, oNE HEll of a inSpecTOr WHo was about to be PickeD up as a CBP sPEcial ageNt. And She was alSo a good frIENd of both elvIs aNd PAncHO, DeSpite the fact sHE CoulD eAsily drInk Both of tHem UndEr tHe tAbLe and stilL be able tO wAlK a MoStlY straIGht line. ANd NevEr MinD goinG Into exPlanaTionS aBoUT hoW a woman A BlACK as tHe quEen oF SpAdEs had A namE LikE SiobhaN McKenna. THe lASt guY, iN a Series oF flip mouths thAt Reached intO tHe dOzens, wHO Remarked On the "Black Irish" to SiobhaN ForthwiTh gOt a blAck oF his own.

AlL arOund hiS stARtled lEft eye.

"siobhAn!" elvIS Said, pLAYiNg oN tHe Irish namE THinG. "How wAs irelAnd?"

"OK, ElVis," she shot back. "How wAS thE mental institUtiOn?"

"UnFORtUnaTElY, sioBhAN," PaNCHo chimed in. "They lEt him out."

ThEy CH
 on Western Omelets is lik ely doomed  to f ail ure .Andso i t was with Die d re.Though Elvis still did  some ti m es d a yd reamabout h e ro m ele ts .
Si ob h an  McKe nna  was st anding inthe  S an Luis seco n da ry lot whe n E lvis and Pan cho  saunt er edi n. Si obh an wa s a st a nd updudette w ho scored in thea b so lute  top percentile i n  b o th Elvis' andPancho 's in s p ect orrating boo ks . Was Siobhan an e y e-p o pping voluptu ous russet- m ane d Celt ic  be a uty li ke th at bab e from theclas sic movie  era,M aureenO 'Hara,or one  of  th e pa l esk inn ed ,  br i gh t b l ueeyed bab es  f rom I rish T V ?  Ora s tatu esque  presence lik e t he f a mou s fie ry fl ame- ha iredCeltic  warr io r queen of Roma n Br itain, ** Bou di cca ?* *

No t  quite . N otby a wh ole fie l d f ul l o fquites. Siobhan wa sa s  b lack asa chun k  o fl ignite i nthe  App a l achia n co a lfields.Nor wa s  s he  an eye -p opper.  S hewas  a li t tleon the  chunkyside, almost dumpy,a nd had frizzy ha i r  t h at a lwa ys looked m argi n ally  unk e mp t.S he wa s the  k i nd of woman who didn't  g et man y sec ond looks fro m the pere n n i ally hor ny m a le half of the po pulat ion. Whenw alking d own a  sidewal k, that i s .  She cou ldroc k o uta da nce floor wit h flui d,  double  jo ined mo ves  an d g rab  p lenty ofadmiring  o og le sthe re, e v en if he rdat eboo k was mostly  stil l em pt y. She  was ho w ev e r , on ehe ll o f a  i nspec torw howas abo ut to bepic k ed u pas  a CBPspecial agent .And she wa sals o a go o d  friendof both Elvis and Panch o , despi tethe f actshe could  ea sily d rin k  bothof the m und er  th e table a nd  st il l be ablet o  wa lk amo stly  straig ht line. And never min d going intoexp lana t i on s a b ou t  ho wa  wo m a n a black as th e Queen of  S p ad es had a n a meli ke Siob han McK enna. The las t guy, in  a series  o f fl i p  mo uths thatreachedinto thed ozens ,  w ho re mar ked on  t he"Blac k Iris h " t o Sio bhan f or thwith  gotablack of  his own.

All around h is sta rtled  le ft eye.
"Si o bha n!" Elvis  sai d, playing  on  th e Iri shn ame t hing .  " How was I rela n d?"

"OK, El vis , "  s he shot bac k . "Ho w was  th e  menta l in stitution?"

"Unf o rtunately, Sio bhan , "  Pa nch o  chi me d in. "They le t h im o ut."

Th ey  ch
 on_Western Omelets_is likely doomed to_failure. And_so_it was_with_Diedre. Though Elvis_still did sometimes_daydream about her omelets.

Siobhan_McKenna was standing_in_the San Luis secondary lot when Elvis and Pancho sauntered in. Siobhan was a_stand_up dudette_who_scored_in the absolute top percentile_in both Elvis' and Pancho's_inspector rating_books. Was Siobhan an eye-popping voluptuous russet-maned Celtic_beauty_like that babe_from the classic movie era, Maureen O'Hara, or one_of the pale skinned, bright blue_eyed babes from_Irish_TV?_Or a statuesque presence_like the famous fiery flame-haired Celtic_warrior queen of Roman Britain, **Boudicca?**

Not_quite. Not by a whole field full_of quites. Siobhan was as black_as a chunk of lignite_in the_Appalachian coal fields. Nor was_she an eye-popper._She was_a little on_the chunky side, almost dumpy, and_had frizzy hair_that always looked marginally unkempt. She_was_the kind of_woman_who_didn't get_many second looks_from_the perennially_horny_male half of the population. When_walking_down a sidewalk, that is. She could_rock out a dance_floor_with fluid, double joined_moves and grab plenty of_admiring oogles there, even if her_date book_was mostly_still empty. She was however, one hell of a inspector who_was about to be picked up_as a CBP special_agent. And_she_was also a_good_friend of_both Elvis and Pancho, despite the fact_she could_easily drink both of them under_the table and still_be_able to walk a mostly straight_line. And never mind going into_explanations about how a woman_a_black_as the Queen of Spades_had a name like Siobhan McKenna._The last guy,_in a series of flip mouths that_reached_into the dozens, who remarked on_the_"Black Irish" to Siobhan forthwith got_a_black_of his own.

All around his_startled left eye.

"Siobhan!" Elvis said, playing_on the Irish name thing. "How was Ireland?"

"OK, Elvis,"_she shot back._"How was the mental institution?"

"Unfortunately,_Siobhan,"_Pancho_chimed in. "They let him out."

They ch