“Ack!” Stokes exclaimed.
“Boss, Boss, what is it?” Keppy asked.
“What the heck did you just send me?” Stokes said pointing at his computer monitor.
“Oh, that’s a commercial for the new Bama Belles show.”
“I can see that but why did you send it to me?”
“Just a reminder in case you want to watch it,” Keppy said apologetically as he noticed Stokes releasing the snap on his holster.
“Is it some kind of cooking and cleaning the house show?” Stokes asked.
“Naw boss, these women do all kinds of things.”
“Well who is that man riding the motorcycle?”
“I don’t know him, must be their accountant.”
“Are you going to watch this?” Stokes asked.
“I sure am, Amie is kind of cute.”
“Ow, why did you shoot me?” Keppy pleaded.
“Because you’re stupid. It’s just a flesh wound; you’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
“I know, but…”
“But nothing. Look at that one woman, is she getting sassy?”
“I like women with a little sass.”
“Shouldn’t this be on the Bravo channel?”
“Well in the bio it says one of them chews tobacco.”
“Good point, but still I am trying to understand why this is happening. I thought TLC was The Learning Channel. Is this reverse psychology? How not to act.”
“I’m hoping one episode will have them all in bikinis out by the pool. Amie calls over her studly pool boy, played by me, to rub suntan lotion…”
“Stop right there. You know I stagger my bullets, hardball, hollow point, hardball, hollow point, etc. The next one is going to hurt.”