|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- TO VIXENWAY--CUP 6--"WRATH SANCTIMONY BABE" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  To Vixenway  ||  -------> (Cup SRtv006, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Dear Fluffy, I never thought I'd be writing you this letter, but then, there are a lot of things I never thought I'd be doing that I'm doing now. I want to say up front that I'm sorry for all the misery this letter will cause you. I, too, know the bliss of oblivion, the kiss of version. But believe me, if there were any other way, there's no way I'd be doing this to you. But before I go on, I have to commit THE ACT. So here goes: "Bank of Occupied Fauna, Bank of Escape Hay, Bank of Gambol Satellite, Time, the Bank, and Hay." Take some time to recover. That was, as you may now remember, one of the forbidden "backdoors" I built in when we decided to blot out of existence the armageddon that was Sweptim. Yes, yes. Now I feel more comfortable writing to you--now you're the Fluffy I once knew, who was once my best friend, back again. Of all existing peoples in Creation, it is you who I most trust, who I would gladly trust with my lives. I hope by now you realize who I am--none other than the incorrigible Wrath Sanctimony Babe!!! Okay. I hope by now you've recovered your senses somewhat. 451 years of self-deceit must be a massive debt to absorb into your body system. I should know--I set myself up to be under the veil for a century--you knew me as Abner Mash Hound Mill. As I knew myself. It's the next day. I had so much on my mind I couldn't go on last night. I want to clear the air on the matter of our relationship when I was Abner. I...like many others...always lusted after you. You knew it, and let it be a positive part of our friendship. For that, I thank you. My hormones got the best of me though, in the end. I constructed the Abner Mash Hound Mill persona to be the personification of your perfect lover. And I tweaked the Superbhurricane to make sure we'd be lovers for those hundred glorious years of orgy and oblivion. (The two O's, don't you know.) When the fuse reached me--and I remembered everything, I couldn't bear what I had done--to our platonic partnership. I never realized that the sexual tension was the glue that bound us, that made our bond last. I realized then, after 100 years, that I had destroyed a friendship that had lasted almost a millennium. Sexuality is the prime mover--it exists between all friends. But it's most potent when it remains platonic--the physical act is a splat, all that. But understand, my lust for you went beyond a subtle tension--often, all I could think of was ripping your clothes off and getting lost in the sexual playground you. You don't know how close I got at times--but always, something got in the way. But I'm glad it never happened like that. Abner Mash Hound Mill was me, and also it wasn't me. I, as Wrath Sanctimony Babe, as myself--committed a fait accompli that it would happen--but it was me AS Abner Mash Hound Mill who finally found it with you. It's four days later now. I've been so busy, I haven't been able to stir up the buzz to get myself to continue this letter. I just hope I have the guts to mail it when the time comes. I have to clear this whole thing up with you. You gotta hate me now, I know. What I did was bad. But I am kind of bad. You know that. I know it must have hurt you terribly when I, as Abner, disappeared. It sure hurt me. But once I was free of the Avert Cities, I just... I felt like I had no more boundaries, like I could go anywhere and do anything. The wound that was the remnant of Sweptim was healing. And somehow, with all the new forces that were beginning to swirl around, I just had to travel those pathways. Fluffy, Fluffy, Fluffy. You gotta know what's been happening. Let me tell you about the case with me first... -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----