Uncle Bob And The Showgirl!
Posted 29 December 2003 - 11:43 AM
Posted 29 December 2003 - 12:05 PM
It was the time of day when the sun appears to sit gently on the edge of the ocean, its rays gradually disappearing into the horizon behind a reddish orange sky, bringing with it the onset of night.
The sand was still warm underfoot and crabs scuttled back and forth as Lola walked along the shoreline breathing in the balmy sea air. She had never felt happier. In the distance she could hear someone calling her name. 'Lola' 'Lola!' She carried on walking..........'Lola, Lola! Lola Copacabana!'
'LOLA!' the voice became more insistent. 'Can you come and open the door!'
Lola woke up, startled by the ringing of the door bell. 'I'm coming! I'm coming! Keep your hair on. Can't you wait a minute!'
She wrapped the thick pink towelling robe tightly around her curvacious body and slipped tiny feet into furry warm slippers. 'Morning Lola' Postman Pat leered. A toothy smile covered his face from ear to ear as he eyed her hungrily. 'Aren't you gonna offer me a litle hot toddy?' Lola eyed him dispassionately. 'On your bike Postman Pat! But before you go, what's that brown package with all those blue airmail stickers? Presume it is for me otherwise you wouldn't be ringing on my door, would you?' 'Sign here' Postman Pat answered defensively. 'Just your name on the dotted line. That'll do nicely, thanks very much!'
'Well' Lola thought, 'It had better be something special to get me out of bed at this time of the morning! No-one in their right mind gets up at this unearthly hour!' She snuggled back under the warm duvet, oblivious to the snow that now lay piled high outside. Curiously she began to examine the brown paper package.
'America!' she exclaimed out loud. 'America?' But I don't know anyone in America!' She tore at the brown paper wrapping before letting out a squeal of delight. 'Oh my God! This is soooo beautiful! This is perfect................This is............' She looked at the silk label delicately hand sewn inside the silk and lace bustier.............'This is my size tooo! Who on earth?'
A small white envelope adorned with a single red silk rose lay beneath the white tissue paper. She opened it nervously, her fingers trembling with excitement.
It read: DEAREST LOLA,
THIS IS YOUR 'BIG BOB'
WHO SMOKES HAVANNAS...............
[ December 29, 2003, 12:10 PM: Message edited by: Jacqueline ]
Posted 30 December 2003 - 12:13 AM
Remember to wear that lovely frothy piece of lace that I sent. We are going to have one heck of a time together!
Lola thought of Uncle Bob. She remebered him as a big cuddly bear type. Not the usual teddy bear kind of man, more like, like a panda bear. Yeah, that was it. He reminded her of a panda bear with those big arms and fluffy body. Yes she could curl up in those arms. Especially when they were full of hundred dollar bills. Uncle Bob, Lola thought, I will be on that plane.
Posted 29 December 2003 - 06:13 PM
As the limo pulled into Heathrow, Lola thought she saw a Lear jet taxing down the runway towards a private hanger.
Posted 29 December 2003 - 08:17 PM
Lola stood transfixed, her eyes unable to absorb such opulence. She WAS on a plane wasn't she! But this! This was unbelievable.
A slight cough behind her brought her back to reality. 'Would you like to see your sleeping quarters?' the handsome steward asked, guiding her to another door and opening it for her to enter.
She sank down on the four poster bed unable to take in everything that she was experiencing. Satin sheets, a negligee draped across plumped up pillows, and.............
The Captain's voice alerted her. 'Lola, Lola Copacabana...... We will be taking off in a couple of minutes. Please make yourself comfortable! Champagne and caviare will be served shortly!'
Lola relaxed in the wide armchair, her head resting back on the soft cushion. 'Well' she thought to herself. 'This is surely different from working in that sleazy strip joint!' Her mind wandered back in time to their first meeting. Big Bob, and his Havanna..............
[ December 30, 2003, 05:20 AM: Message edited by: Jacqueline ]
Posted 30 December 2003 - 09:26 AM
This was early on in her career, long before she became a famous dancer at Folies in Paris.
A friend of Big Bob's, Billy the Rhinestone Cowboy(another panda type of guy) paid for a lap dance. What a dance it turned out to be. Lola took out one of Big Bobs Havannas and when she was finished Big Bob was like a melted ice cream cone.
He offered to see her after her shift and she accepted. My my did they have a time. She always remembered Big Bob as a high roller. A whale as the casinos would term them.
From that night on anytime Big Bob was in town she cancelled all plans and accompanied him wherever he went.
As she had gotten older they had drifted apart. This meeting was hopefuly going to rekindle a grand old relationship.
Posted 30 December 2003 - 06:16 PM
The landing was thankfully smooth, and as the plane taxied toward a secluded hanger, Lola saw a big, burly guy standing in front of a big, white ... it looked like ... oh, no, an SUV!!! Oh, well, she would have preferred a limo, but she was not one to complain, now was she?
As Lola stepped off the plane and descended the steps, her stilleto heel caught the end of the riser. She lost her balance, plunging forward, but Big Bob was there to break her fall. As she fell into his arms, he gave her a big bear hug. Grinning, he said, "Welcome to Las Vegas, baby."
[ December 30, 2003, 06:18 PM: Message edited by: Martha C ]
Posted 31 December 2003 - 09:35 AM
'This is fantastic!' Lola exclaimed as Big Bob weaved his way in and out of the traffic. So many hotels, so many twinkling lights and so many bright neon signs which seemed to twist and turn stretching upwards into the night sky.
'Here we are Honey! Our own little Palace. Now I know you're jus gonna luv it here and I'm gonna show you Big Bob, Big Time!'
Lola sighed!! The suite was tooo beautiful to describe. Big Panda's eyes seemed to bore right through her as she lay back on the bed totally exhausted with excitement. She suddenly found herself thinking of Paris, but Las Vegas was no Champs Elysees! She thought of her Blubell friends (the girls she used to high kick with)and the fun they used to have. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Smile]" src="smile.gif" />
'Honey, get yourself some rest. We got plenty of time to see the sights and before I take you to the Strip.' Lola sat bolt upright! 'THE STRIP? Big Bob, did I hear you right? You're going to take me to THE STRIP?!'' <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="eek.gif" />
Lola could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. All the years trying to forget working in those sleazy Strip Joints in London, and now! This is what he wanted her to do in Las Vegas! She tried not to let Big Bob see her disappointment. It had all been too good to be true. What had she been thinking of..........................! <img border="0" alt="[Cry]" title="" src="graemlins/cry.gif" /> <img border="0" alt="[Cry]" title="" src="graemlins/cry.gif" />
<small>[ January 01, 2004, 06:30 AM: Message edited by: Jacqueline ]</small>
Posted 01 January 2004 - 06:30 PM
Posted 03 January 2004 - 05:06 AM
Well Lola thought to herself, she'd experienced alot of growing up pains since then! 'If you don't 'pander' to your man, then what can you expect..........!' She rummaged in her small evening bag and applied a little more Youth Dew to the centre of each wrist. Big Bob might be a 'soft touch' but she knew which buttons to press!
She gave him a loving squeeze as they entered the hotel. 'Big Bob' she smiled at him, 'you didn't forget to bring your Havanna?' <img border="0" title="" alt="[Wink]" src="wink.gif" /> Big Bob chuckled, 'Honey, there aint no smoke without a fire, and there aint no Big Bob without his Havanna!' Lola fluttered her eyelashes. She was ready.................
<small>[ January 03, 2004, 05:14 AM: Message edited by: Jacqueline ]</small>
Posted 04 January 2004 - 03:47 PM
Go Bob and Lola!!!
Ann and Ken . . . perhaps a photo for this story ?? Definitely deserves one!
[ January 04, 2004, 03:41 PM: Message edited by: Sandra ]
Posted 22 January 2004 - 05:46 PM
Last we saw of them they were in Vegas ready to paint the town red . . . .
Posted 22 January 2004 - 06:28 PM
That's just something we'll have to see . . . .
If the members of this site love Big Uncle Bob and Lola,
Then they should join in and forget the payola.
Bob's just given Lola the Estee Lauder Bustier
And on the plane she had champagne and cavier
They're on the town for a bit of a whirl -
Come and read what's in store for our showgirl
Lola's the name and dancin's her game.
We've got Bob and Billy, Yvette and Gigi,
Who will they meet and what will they eat?
Give a picture or a word, just to be heard.
Please exercise your imagination and add a post
As Lisa's site is the perfect host
For this story can be particularly fun
If you can add a word, a poem or a pun.
Valentine's Day is the aim for the story
All you have to do is light the flame and give Bob and Lola their glory.
'Love' is the theme
So let's unfold another scene . . . . .
Posted 24 January 2004 - 05:55 AM
Somehow I think the Story is dying
For without some input from colleagues
And friends, it's a little disheartening,
So that's where I end!
My time is quite precious,
I'm here not at home,
And strangers are reading
Your wonderful poem!
I pay by the minute,
Expensive you see,
But I had to make contact
(A hello from Me)!
So will wait for reactions
From those on the site
And if it is 'WRITE ON'
There's a chance that 'we' might!
Posted 25 January 2004 - 03:35 AM
He picks up the hotel pad and paper and wants to write her a message . . .
Thinking out loud to himself, Bob drawls:
"Roses are red, violets are blue . . . . . "
scratching his head he continues . . . .
"My dear Lola, I can't think what to say to you . . . . ."
His paws are trembling as he tries to compose his thoughts . . . .
"What I mean to say is see . . . . . . "
Bob looks at his old face in the mirror and practises the phrase:
"Lola, will you marry me?"
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