This is a fan fiction story based on characters from the Lonesome Dove television show,
which belong to Rysher Entertainment and Hallmark. No infringement on copyrights is intended.

The Full Dovie
by Joanne Long

Dr. Cleese ran his hands slowly down his smooth chest and up through his sweaty hair. He swiveled his hips in time to the music and thrust his pelvis forward, trying to match the moves that Call and Mosby seemed to find so easy to perform. Try as he did though, Cleese was still out of time. His concentration was broken time and again by his need to be near Luther.

"Pay attention!" Call slammed his fist down on the bar and threw his soiled hat at the good doctor. "It's one step, two step, bump and grind. Not thrust, thrust step!"

Cleese felt his face burning as he blushed a bright red. He prayed that his desires hadn't been obvious in the brief moment when dance had freed him from the constraints of strict Victorian moralities.

"Oh come on, Call, take it easy on the little fella," Luther said in Dr. Cleese's defense. "Some people just aren't rhythmically talented."

Call glared at Luther, then turned to Mosby, who stood apart from the others, smoothing the wrinkles in his new silk shirt. "Damn you, Mosby, how do you expect me to work under these circumstances? The lighting is bad, the music has no real danceable beat and the floor is too rough for a proper pirouette!"

UnBob wiped the sweat from his brow and raised his hand to get everyone’s attention. "I don't know, Call. Thrust, thrust step is more seductive in a primal sort of way." He pumped his lanky frame to emphasize his point. "See, now don't that get your blood a pumping?" UnBob gazed longingly at Ephraim Cleese and sighed heavily.

"Again! From the top! One, two, three...." Call and the others swiveled and wiggled to the out-of-tune music that Ike played on his beat up fiddle.

The men of Curtis Wells bumped and twisted, and piece by piece, removed their clothing until only the barest of garments covered them. Finally, together as one, Austin, Luther, Ephraim, Call, Mosby and UnBob pulled the final shred of clothing from their bodies, exposing their precious manliness. All eyes fell to UnBob and more than one of the would-be Dovies gasped at the sight. He was magnificent in his manly gift, a wonder to behold.

Ephraim Cleese licked his lips and moaned quietly. Instantly, Luther was driven from his heart. Here at last was the true man of his dreams....


Okay, I am very sorry everybody...I just couldn't resist the temptation.
Joanne Long

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