The girl with the red ribbon was driving

The girl with the red ribbon was driving alone in her car down a dead-end street. She came to to the place on the map marked with an X. Looking out her window,

she was unaware of her surroundings. Was this the place she had been dreaming of for so long? The young girl reached for the car door and

found a hand already there. Her eyes followed the hand up past a stylish suit to the most stunning face she'd ever seen. A living, breathing Greek God of a man stood smiling at her

His blue eyes were the main features of his face. They were the deepest of blue, and they provided a glimpse into the facial features of the person. He also had

made a flirty pose. "You like?" he said in a sultry voice. "Are decapitated ears your fetish?" I fought off the rising tide of bile in my throat and replied,

"Yes, that and badger vagina." he said. I informed him of the rising tuberculosis epidemic among the badger population. He simply said " I just gotta have me some badger vagina".

Which was code for beef jerky. Thing is, there was no gas stations on Route 66 for another 50 miles. Plenty of time for me to lecture him on badger illnesses.

"The thing is," I said, "there is no doubt that TB is endemic in badgers. But is the best route vaccination or culling in affected regions?" Suddenly Route 66 plunged off a cliff

and into oblivion. The void is quite dark. Maybe it was route 666 we were on. We should be dead by now. Is this Hell? We pass time pretending: we are space travelers; gods; lovers.