by Jatona P. Walker

".....the scene where Poseidon rose from the waters and pushed back the crashing rocks so's the Argo could go through! Some scene, huh, Hutch?"

Ken Hutchinson endured the tenth punch in his ribs, as he listened to the excited flood of words pouring from his partner's mouth; watching the almost comical motions of the long fingers as they tried to outline some special effect from the several films they had seen that day.

"......and when he sank back into the sea, and you saw his tail flappin' 'fore it disappeared! Wow!!"

Hutch sighed. //Yeah; wow! Here we are, after all these years of patient waiting, hoping, and what do I suggest for a special date, just to please him: a nice romantic dinner, prepared by myself, and his choice of video rentals. True to form, he chooses every Ray Harryhausen film dealing with mythology and Sinbad. Real smart, Hutchinson! You.....//

Another nodge in the ribs interrupted his thoughts. Starsky was still going warp speed. ".....and whadda ya think of that Hydra, huh?? And the.....?"

//Enough is enough!!// Knowing that his partner was watching him, Hutch rose from the couch will all the provocativeness he could muster. As he did this, he began to undress, removing each article of clothing with deliberate slowness. As the bikini briefs - the sky blue pair with the big, blood-red "H" covering the crotch - they had been a birthday present from Starsky

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