The Evil Hypnotist
no way he spent his imprisonment just twiddling his thumbs- a track meet that had gotten out of control
- at the height of her glorious sexiness
- the name by which you wish to be called
- fully clothed throughout the poem
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The evil hypnotist Jim meant had to be Ludwig “Wiggy” Wittgenberg. He did bear more than a passing resemblance to my wife, and was indeed quite deranged. Of course it didn’t matter if Fleur looked like any particular serial killer or evil hypnotist, but the comment prompted me to wonder where Wiggy had landed after serving time for his assorted deranged deeds. There was no way he spent his imprisonment just twiddling his thumbs, so in all likelihood he emerged far more dangerous than he went in.
I knew why Fleur didn’t want to handle selecting the winner. This talent show was like a track meet that had gotten out of control and no one knew who had the starter’s pistol anymore. Whoever chose the winner was going to make one baby’s momma very happy, and make a whole bunch of enemies in the process. I couldn’t believe that she, even being at the height of her glorious sexiness, expected to talk me into such a fool’s gambit. Of course she wasn’t talking, just staring at me and doing something with her thumbs. She was… twiddling them.
“You will come up on stage,” she said. I was horrified to find myself rising from my seat. She laughed as I made my way onto the stage.
My throat constricted when I tried to speak, but I rasped out a question. “What is the name by which you wish to be called? Are you Fleur, or are you Wiggy?”
The only answer I got was a smirk. Then she said, “You’re going to reveal the winner, and you’re going to do it in rhyme. And remember that there are children present, so kindly remain fully clothed throughout the poem.”
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