Chicken A La King Page Twelve

They went outside to the parking lot where the motorhome was parked.
“Here she is...I bought it to take the show on the road....Come on inside and have a look.”
The interior was out of the seventies with pink velvet sofas and built in cabinetry. There was a small kitchen all done in black granite with glossy black cabinets, two bedrooms, a bathroom, dining area and living area.
“This is so beautiful, “ said Ali awed by the motorcoach.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh gosh yes.”
“I was going to surprise you Sunday morning but I guess I was the one who was surprised.”
“Oh Scott, it’s not like that....Chet is just a friend.”
“I know, I know, I know....”Come here darlin’......
He lead her into the master bedroom which had a leopardskin spread on it with plush satin pillows.
“Lay down lady”, he purred
She lay down on the plush bed, her hair wild and sexy. He lay down on top of her and stared kissing her her neck.
“I think we could spend alot of time in here.”
“Yes.”
He made love to her for hours and they lay together in the darkened room. This was the first time she had seen him without his Elvis costume.
“You’re beautiful Ali”
“You are too. I could stay here forever, just like this.”
“Me too”.......
“You know, this is the first time I’ve seen you without your costume on....”
“What do you think of the real me, au natural?”
“I like it!”
He poured her a glass of wine and they relaxed awhile. He turned on the TV with the remote.
Sam Fullbein opened the front page of the New York Times. There was a featured article on chicken ranches in the US and a picture of a worker strangling a chicken at his ranch. He dialed the phone angrily.
“Manuel?
“Yes Boss.”
“I thought I warned you about reporters nosing around the ranch”.
“Boss, I am so sorry, so sorry...I went to town that night for a few hours and some of the handlers had a party. They got drunk and thats when that reporter took the picture. I am very sorry boss.
“I see. Is that how you run the ranch?”
“No boss, this never happens!”
“Well now, it did happen, didn’t it?”
“Yes boss”.
“Now, I know you’re good people Son, that’s why I have you there. These, these accidents, well, they happen, sometimes they happen to good people like you and me......I need you to watch for strangers, suspicious people, anybody who comes nosing around....Don’t let this happen again”.
“Sorry Mr Sam. I won’t”.
“You have my permission to shoot tresspassers”.
Sam hung up the phone. This was really bad news. Just as his new ad campaign was kicking off and now this unfortunate incident. The activists would be screaming now and so would the animal control board. Dammit!! Why did these thing happen to him?”