Calendar Boy

by Vedette Ciel

"Hurry up, Gordo!" Starsky and his long showers. Hutch stood at the fridge, eyeing the calendar.

Rachel. Sue. Nicole. Laura. The capricious little stud had a girl lined up daily for weeks.

Hutch flipped to the next month, found even more. EXCEPT Tuesday, ten days from now.

Nervously, he penciled in, "H."

Starsky went for a soda can, still toweling his curls. Somebody moved my…

Actually, it only took three minutes. Starsky, at the table, crossing all names off, writing a

big "H" in permanent marker on every square.