|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- IRREGULAR SHIRT--CUP 11--"HIDER" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Irregular Shirt  ||  -------> (Cup SRis011, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Sally Sust lay splattered and smudged in black ink. Doug Brine was gone. How long ago he had mounted her she couldn't tell--her state of consciousness was still pretty hazy. She remembered him putting on the Irregular Shirt, taking a deep breath, then taking the lid off a barrel. A barrel full of ink. He lifted the ladle that was in the barrel, and slurped down a gulp of ink, finishing with an energetic "Ahh!" He drank a few more ladlefuls and then glared at Sally. His chin and the Irregular Shirt were deeply stained. He looked at her as if he were seeing a whole lot more than he had before, like he was examining a very detailed diagram. Then he smiled, and Sally felt a jolt. Instantly, she was filled with lust for him, filled with a fetish for ink. All that ink--so sexy, so erotic. She slinked forward and lightly embraced him. As soon as she touched him she felt a ravenous hunger for ink, which he administered to her, ladle after ladle, taking more for himself as well. She was totally into ink and totally into Doug. Somewhere in her mind, she knew that it was all wrong, but her lust, her ink id, was too strong to resist. They made inkful love for a few explosive minutes, and somewhere in there, Sally lost consciousness. Now, she was starting to emerge from the bizarre mental assault. Had she just been raped? No. She was totally willing, even demanding of Doug. But had he caused her to feel like that? Yes. But--don't people cause other people to feel that way all the time? Whatever, she was a wreck. Disoriented and stained. She sat up a little and looked down into the main lobby. It was night now, and her fellow students were about their mundane activities like little ants, like always. She wanted to be down there, and not be ink-covered and violated. But that wasn't the way it was. In the midst of her misery, she began to feel a surge of excitement and awakening. It was the speed limit sign that caught her eye. So much brighter, so much more real than all the other crap in this secret room. And Doug wasn't here. So it was hers for the taking. She started getting up, but paused. Look what happened when Doug satisfied his attraction for the Irregular Shirt--he started drinking ink and seducing innocent women. What would happen to her if she took--Hider. Yes. As soon as her eyes locked onto it, she knew its name. Hider. Now there was no chance of holding back. She stood up and walked over to the sign--it was a great blazing sun in her awareness, blotting out everything else. She grasped in by its pole and lifted it. Immediately, mental patterns gushed into her. She got information. She knew about Hider. And she understood about Doug a little more too. And she saw--she hadn't been raped by Doug--both her and Doug had been raped by the awesome forces from whence Hider and Irregular Shirt came. But there was no going back. Hider was hers. Interesting. Hider could hide things. Like it had hidden these rooms. Somehow, Sally had circumvented its effect. Just how this had happened was not apparent to her. No one should be able to find something hidden by Hider, even in broad daylight in an obvious location. Enormous power. This is what she held. The power to hide, and also the power to find. To find things previously hidden by Hider. There was a lot of that at Thatterine College--a lot of stuff hidden by Hider. Another cool thing she was aware of was that Hider would make her effectively invisible to others. No one would look her way, no one would be aware of her. She could walk around naked and covered in ink and no one would look at her. Cool. And that's just what she did. She stripped away her torn clothes and shoved them aside. She regarded her ink-stained form. It looked good. She had a good body, she was lucky in that sense. The ink made it look great. She shook her head--no--ink should not be erotic. It was a fetish forced on her. She'd have to get rid of it. Someday. For now, though, it really excited her. She opened the trap door in the floor and lowered Hider into space, then herself. It was a bit awkward crawling along with the speed limit sign, but she managed. Incredible. She was sensing a whole bunch of offshoots to the tunnel. She had discovered one before--but it only led to a small, dingy space. She now saw that that little room was the nexus of half-a-dozen different tunnels. Wow. Soon she was at the other end of the tunnel. She shoved open the trap door and looked around the first room. Huh. Doug's books were still here. She wondered what happened to him. A trail of ink told her that he did indeed go this way, and back out into the library. Huh. He tried his best to replace the books on the shelf that led into this room, but they were all now smothered in ink. She wondered if the Hider curve here would prevent folks from noticing the mess. She knew it would, for most people. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----