|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- OFFICE COMPLEX--CUP 9--"PRECLUDE THE KISS" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Office Complex  ||  -------> (Cup SRoc009, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Now as Dolthethmen played the game, as the Worrisome Landscape passed by on the screen, he wondered as to how he had managed to succeed in altering reality as he had. Verily, he felt sure that he would wind up in bed with this Emily chick, and that things would have to start to go his way in general, being that he now seemed to be able to alter reality to some degree. But he cautioned himself. He did not have a very stable track record in altering reality, and there was no telling whether this circumstance was lucky or whether he had executed a repeatable action. But he did of course realize that in altering reality he did risk altering himself a little bit in the bargain. But he didn't really concern himself with that too much. As he smelled Emily's subtle perfume and felt as she brushed against him now and again during the game, he spontaneously began to visualize her naked body--her arms, her breasts, her legs, her pussy, her ass. He couldn't wait to be nude with her, to have sex. Sex, that glad destroyer of everything. Dolthethmen also worried a little about whether, in calling upon the aid of another version of himself, if he might really have enlisted the aid of a separate being, like a demon or god, and therefore might owe said being payment. But he discarded this notion, as it seemed unlikely. But still, the supernatural veil around him was of questionable veracity, and he knew he could be in a deluded state. As far as what was really going on out there in the supernatural, Dolthethmen was in the pitch black dark of unknowing. But he figured that perhaps, far out in the inky despair of the void, the matter became irrelevant. So he played the game and lusted and did not remember the corrupt event of earlier in the day, at the video store, where he was apparently abducted by a future version of himself, in the form of a gorgeous woman, who was highly corrupt and apparently stalking the past to fuck previous version of herself. But the herself was himself, in some possible future. But he did erase the event. Not that he didn't experience it, but that officially, it never happened. Now you might wonder how he did it--so I'll tell you. He had entered a state of being where he had access and knowledge of a greater variety and extent of realistic powers--he'd entered the state at the point in time when the abduction was apparent; it was an emergency measure, to elevate himself in power when faced with such supernatural phenomena of a hostile nature. A thought that should have crossed Dole's mind then was that by imploring a future version of himself to aid him, he might be drawn back to the state of reality where he was being raped by the evil female future version of himself. Additionally, he should have suspected that the person who appeared to be Emily was in fact this future version of himself in disguise. But these thought did not occur to him. So Dolthethmen felt quite grand, there playing the game with his girl nearby him. Not that she was officially his girl yet, but he had a good feeling that she soon would be. He thought, won't it be nice to have her suck me off, won't it be nice to be sexual and naked and with a girl, for a change! Yes, yes indeed. Soon they left the mall and went down to the Noyage Parlour and got a room and watched some movies and had falafels and orzo and kiwi beverage and super chips. There in the dimness of the little room in the Noyage Parlour, Dolthethmen and Emily were getting pretty snug, her legs resting over his, their arms around each other. Hasnafter and Am were likewise positioned. Soon, Am and Hasnafter were kissing and fondling one another, and Dolthethmen felt that he should speed up the process of getting himself and Emily into doing likewise. So he turned his head and sort of nuzzled her shoulder and brushed his lips against her cheek. He felt her whole body shudder and looked in delight as her face turned toward his, and as their lips were moving closer and closer with each nanohour. But in that moment, in that last possible moment before their lips would inevitably touch, right down to wire, all was not well in the immediate environment. There was a loud thud, all the lights and electricity and TV went off, and distant shouts were to be heard. Though Dolthethmen and Emily's lips touched for a moment, the startle they received precluded it being considered a kiss. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----