We love the Colonel, we do, we do, His face invades our minds. We devour every piece of info about him, and revel in our finds. He has a stare that can freeze those weaker in their tracks, but us, we're impervious, We just want to see what pushups do to his back. You can call us obsessed. Well, he makes our blood boil. Call us what you will... but most of all, call us Loyal. © Jessica Fry 1998 Return to General Fiction