Rusty Is Blackmailed

Merci:  Are you laughing or crying, Rusty?

Rusty: Laughing.  I can't believe we did a post on a secret, everyone wants to know the secret, and there is no secret.

Merci:  Actually it was in-house secret gossip.

Rusty:  There's no such thing as secret gossip.  A secret is private and gossip is public.

Merci:  Well, if we tell everyone in this post, the secret will become gossip.

Rusty:  I haven't heard it yet.  Whose secret is it anyway?

Merci:  Yours.  It's about the other day when Jan took the photo of you -

Rusty:  No!  You can't tell everyone that story!

Merci:  But it's so funny.  Such a great story.

Rusty:  What do you want to not tell it?

Merci:  What do you have to offer?

Rusty:  How about a neck massage every day for a week?

Merci:  Great.  It's a deal.

Percy:  What about the rest of us?  Don't we all deserve a daily massage to keep your secret?

Rusty:  But I don't have the stamina to give seven massages a day.  *sigh* You might as well go ahead and tattle on me.

Percy:  Okay.  The other day Jan caught Rusty -  Oh, I can't embarrass him.  Merci, you go ahead and tell the story.

Merci:  Teasing him was fun but I can't embarrass Rusty either.   Sorry, folks, the secret gossip will have to stay in-house.

Percy:  *whispers*  Actually, there is no story, but Rusty doesn't know that yet.

The Secret

Taylor:  He did WHAT? 

Merci:  You can't breathe a word of that.  It's confidential.

Taylor:  Why did you tell me if I can't tell anyone else?

Merci:  I thought you said you can keep a secret?

Taylor:  I can keep a secret, but this is gossip.  It just begs to be repeated. 

Merci:  No, you have to keep quiet or I'll have to -

Taylor:  Or you'll have to what?

Merci:  On second thought, you're right.  This just begs to be repeated.  That's why I told you.

Buddy:  What just begs to be repeated?

Merci:  Oh, you mean you haven't heard?