And The Geno Stuff Keeps...Oh You Know

Geno was....Oh the heck with it. You take it Sweet. No changes necessary!













Tramp, I could give more details but then the story would not be useable. But I bet knowing Geno, you know exactly what I saw! You can add to or take away! I am good with any changes. Sweet

The Geno Shock Factor

It’s the dog days of summer in Fort Smith, Arkansas. Geno is bored so he calls me in Tulsa, Oklahoma. When I answered the phone; I hear "Do you want to go for a bike ride and visit Marti?", my friend and his job clerk. Well, needlessness to say, I said "Sure" (why I don’t know why, except I had never ridden with Geno and he assured me I was perfectly safe). Hence, I take the quick drive up to Fort Smith and arrive around 10:00 am.The first thing I had to do was get my riding lesson (you know the do’s and don’t for the rider?). Thus, the time had arrived to ride. I went outside to my car to put on my riding boots. When I come back inside, there is no Geno! He was nowhere to be found! I think to myself "He must be outside, getting the bike ready". Back outside I go, looking for Geno, calling his name (no answer), back inside calling "Geno", (no answer). By now I think his joke was dumping me after having me drive to Fort Smith! Just as I started to look around once more, Geno pops out of the closet buck naked with only his vest, chaps and boots on and says "ready to go?" I was shocked at what I saw!!!!!! Plus the scare factor. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then the room filled with that wonderful Geno laughter and all was forgiven. Geno spent the rest of the day doing impersonations of my face and scream.
So a word of warning, if Geno comes up missing, “BEWARE”.

Enjoy, Sweet