It Must Be The Ascot -- Chap 1 Episode 6

"That was some introduction, lady. My name is Jerome-- in case you're interested. You know, since you climbed all over me. I thought maybe you'd like to know my name."

Shame. That's what coursed through Michele's veins. Shame and embarrassment.

"My name is Mud. Or Michele. Right now I think I'm going with Mud, though. I think I'll go over here and hide."

"Too late to hide, Michele. The least you can do is give me your number."






The truth was, Michele thought he was too handsome for her. He was so disgruntled and yet so gorgeous.

Plus he wore a scarf as an ascot. She knew she could not trust herself with a man wearing a scarf as an ascot. Giving Jerome her number would be wrong and foolish. So, of course she did.



A week went by and Jerome didn't call her. Derick did. He begged forgiveness for cheating on her. Michele pointed out that he did not cheat on her since she had called off what tiny little relationship they had 3 or so hours before he went out on his date. So, technically, his conscience should be clear. But he was inconsolable. When, on day 8, her phone rang again at exactly six thirty, Michele had had enough.

"Look Derick, don't make me have to call the cops!" she started before he could get a word in.
"No need to call the cops. The cops have called you," was the reply she received. It was Jerome. Michele was overjoyed. They made a date.


The Blue Velvet, the scene of most of Michele's crimes. And there was sexy as hell Jerome.

"Whoa, that scarf.

It does things to me.

Sexy, sexy things."

And Michele, learning from her mistakes, did not drink 5 Cupid Juices and went home by herself exactly as if she wasn't easy.