|| -------- -- -----  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 41--"TAKE ALL MY CLOTHES OFF" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Office Complex  ||  -------> (Cup SRoc041, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Hmm." the Prince said. "Very impressive. Guess that kills any notion of people being around here. But there IS that one stray point out there. Hmm." "Well we can check that out later." Treyess said. "For now I just want to get back to that Warhome and take a nice hot shower and relax a little." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah--oh, wait a second!" Treyess said as she skipped away a little. "I just have to get something--wait here!" "What is it? What the--where are you going?" "I'll be back in a minute!" Treyess said, as she descended a ladder on the side of the building. Ferrajalt ran over and looked down the ladder. "What the hell?" he muttered, and a moment later he heard the sound of glass shattering. "Treyess! Are you okay?" "I'm fine! I'm fine! I just have to get something!" "Okay--but be quick about it." Ferrajalt meandered back to the plane, looking up at the waterfall and mulling over the vision they saw in the weird mountain. He just couldn't get over it--the dog and the rabbit--what could it mean? And beyond that, of course, there was Treyess. As a Royal, Ferrajalt was used to girls fawning over him, but in Treyess, he knew he had found his equal. So what if she was so much older than him? How much older could she have been anyway? Ten years? Twelve years? It didn't matter. Especially in a world such as Aconck, it really didn't matter. Oh, he knew his mother would have a heart attack if she knew--but how could she know? She probably didn't even exist anymore. And even after they wholloped this building--who knew? Who knew if anything would ever exist again? "Oh Ferrajalt! Could you help me?" he heard Treyess yell from below. He went back to the ladder and looked down--Treyess had a tablecloth bunched up like a sack--full of silverware, glasses, and dishes, from the look of it. "What is this--another graduate of the Nevrippa Den school of looting?" "Now come on! Help me and pull this stuff up. And I am not looting--just think how cool it'll be to have Office Complex of Gumhanshire table settings in the future, if we manage to pull this off? It'll be rad!" "Oh okay! Here--gimme." Ferrajalt grabbed the heavy load and heaved it up with effort. "Now come on." he said. "We really have to get back." They loaded the contraband into a storage compartment in the back of the plane, and took off, the Prince behind the stick again, and headed back for their Warhome. Before they knew it, they made it back, passing the enormous, nightmare structure to their left. Docking back up with the Warhome was a piece of cake, and soon the two of them were climbing down the ladder of the central shaft. Ferrajalt followed Treyess into the main living chamber. "Oh I just want to take all my clothes off and lay down under the covers and get all warm and toasty!" Treyess said, almost sounding drunk. Ferrajalt stopped dead in his tracks, heart racing. "So--go ahead. Maybe I'll join you." Treyess smiled and spun around slowly several times, looking right at Ferrajalt all the while. Finally she spoke. "I'll do what I want to do--while you wait outside. Then you can come in. Deal?" "Uh--deal." Ferrajalt said with a stumble, and he backed away and out of the door. "Just--uh--just tell me when I can come back in." "Will do." Ferrajalt shut the door and leaned against it, his heart now pounding wildly and a cold sweat breaking out all over him. Was this it? Was he gonna score with Treyess Arcomany in a few minutes? As it so happens, the answer is "yes". After a minute or two, Treyess yelled for him to come back in, and there she was--stark naked on the bed--and man was she hot! "I wonder when my Prince will come?" she said. He was over there pretty darn quick. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----