|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- BILLION'S DRIFTING--CUP 15--"AGATHA SMILED" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Billion's Drifting  ||  -------- (Cup SRbd015, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Ferrajalt laughed. "If you think it means much either way to me, it's you who are pathetic. You know, you're gonna freak out by me saying this, but you REALLY need to get laid, girl. You really need to just relax and stop thinking so much and just have some fun." "Another pathetic attempt to seduce me... to appeal to the pent-up frustrations in a woman... hoping to let her defeat herself so you don't have to work as hard to conquer her..." she said, and after a pause, continued, "I find it quite fascinating in a detached, scientific way, to see how you seek to find some sort of flirting, some kind of sexual chemistry between us." "I'm a guy.", Ferrajalt said, shrugging. "That you are." He laughed and pointed at her. "There! You see? Humor! You ARE capable of humor! I can't believe it!" "You have a very low opinion of me, because you cannot accept how fully realized I am. You seek to understand me in terms you are able to be comfortable with. You are playing games with yourself... much in the same way you play with your penis whenever the animal urge strikes you..." "So?" Agatha became angry. "Your great weapon is flippancy, isn't it, Prince? When faced with a challenge to your sad little personal universe..." Ferrajalt laughed heartily and sincerely. Agatha scowled. "Ho, Agatha--I think I understand you now--'sad little personal universe'--come on... you know that doesn't apply to me..." Ferrajalt said, and then, after a pause... "... it applies to YOU." Agatha continued scowling at Ferrajalt, her big eyes now burning and seething with rage barely under control. Ferrajalt continued. "If you were so 'advanced' or 'fully realized' you wouldn't be getting so upset at this... come on, stop with this deluded personal shield... admit that you're as fallible and emotional as the rest of us..." "And fuck you?" she blurted out, her voice wavering. Right after she said it, she looked confused and ashamed at having lost control. Ferrajalt smiled and nodded. "You're the one constantly steering the conversation back to sex, Agatha." Agatha swiveled her chair to face away from Ferrajalt. After a few moments, she spoke. "Prince, you have succeeded in bringing forth in me a weakness, one which I thought long conquered. An aspect of me deep inside was attracted to you... and I was lax in personal housekeeping... it grew unchecked... and now I have the humiliating displeasure of having an audience when it flared up. I have defeated the thing within me, and I can only make a sincere plea that you not relate this incident to anyone else." They were both silent for a time, the hum and rumble of Twicvion Lane the only sound. Finally, Ferrajalt spoke. "So you have repressed the urge?" "Yes." "Do you suppose that's the right thing to do?" "It is. Were I to succumb, I would lose most of my powers." "WHAT?" Ferrajalt said too loudly and too excitedly. Agatha slowly swiveled around and regarded him, her face a miserable post-tantrum glower. "I mean... you... you're a virgin? And... and your power depends on it?" "Yes." Agatha said without emphasis, sounding very tired. "I'm sorry." Ferrajalt said, looking away. "I wish this did not have to happen. I am..." "Ashamed?" Ferrajalt said, turning back to her, and bringing his right foot up onto the chair, hugging his leg. She stared at him with a tired apathy. "Do not think that this episode has brought us any closer." Ferrajalt raised an eyebrow. "But... but it has... hasn't it Agatha?" "You might think." she said brightly with a cute smile that shocked Ferrajalt. "You're a weird girl." And Agatha smiled again. ***CUPLINE'S END*** ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----