---------------------------------------- Note 28 TV Service *** A Story by Dr. Graper *** 2/15/78 7:02 pm lynch / unidel { A vintage Graper Story from October 3, 1977. } Dear Friends: I sorted through the notes and didn't really see any more problems you wanted me to solve. Just as well, I never really get around to solving them anyway. Have you ever tried writing a song? I do, a lot. I have trouble with the lyrics, though. They always start out in nice pentameter, then eventually degrade to limerick form. I'm better at writing popular stories. By popular I of course mean obscene. Hey, how about this clip from "TV Serviceman Fantasy": . . .she heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. There, in the doorway, stood the Television Repair man, his tight green work clothing barely containing his rippling musculature. "Come in" she said erotically. "Thank you" he replied with confidence. ---------------------------------------- Response 1 of 1 *** A Story by Dr. Graper *** 2/15/78 7:03 pm lynch / unidel She led him to the malfunctioning television and began to describe it's symptoms. "Something's wrong with the vertical hold, I think." "Hmm" he hummed in an excited tone, "I might have to take it to the shop." "Could you take a look at it here?" she pleaded, half dying from desire. "Guess so" he answered animalistically. "You don't mind if I tend to some work I have in the kitchen, do you? I'm cleaning the oven," she teased. "Go ahead" he replied. She left the room and began scrubbing out the oven. Back and forth, in and out, the sweet deep smell of Dow Oven Cleaner wafted out. Then, she paused for a moment to catch her breath and have a cigarette. Suddenly, she noticed a sound from the Television room. Running down the stairs, she saw the Television repair man, hunched obscenely over the RCS Chromolock groaning gutteral grunts into the television's channel selector. "Oooh, RCA, I . . .you. . .ahhh. . . .