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as he stepped to my defense he spoke not a word

yet everything he did not say was quite clearly heard

his eyes spoke to the crowd she is mine so do not try

again to touch

and know that for this woman

bodily assault upon my fellow man is not asking anyways

near too much

the man at my right stood feverishly still

for I believe he suddenly recalled the old adage that,

'If only looks could kill!'

his buddy, my captor stood stupidly proud

for his self professed personal property and ground

that is only until Reese, My Rambo Romeo introduced

his right temple abruptly to the floor

then the brave little body building mouse scurried out

with nary a single sound

for apparently he didn't wish to stay around for an

encore

just then I glanced back into my victor's all seeing

gaze and asked wordlessly, 'How did you know?'

'well, he exhaled as he spoke, you looked mighty sore

at those bozos but even more so just plain ready to go'

mesmerized by his speed and logic I thought to myself

only said, so, you jumped right in without thinking

to my immediate aid?

'yeah, because you see in my daddy's book chivalry is

not dead and where I come from that's how we men were

made

'How very sweet! I replied and gently flashed him a heart

stopping smile

If I'm ever again in need of a fearless protector I'll

know just whose number I should dial'

as he scribbled his name and number on a close by napkin

he winked and said, 'You do just that!'

and I said to his handsome face laughingly back

'I certainly will!'

and that was the end of that

once again, thank you Reese, I still think of you

ever time I see Camelot!..........

(written July 10, 1992 am)