A Different Kind Of Fantasy
 By Cousin Jules
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     You walk into your house one evening, having just spent another grueling
 12 hours in the legal world.  It's hot outside - about 95F with 90% humidity
 - so the cool, moisture-free air of your home feels wonderful.  You let in
 the dogs, feed them, then kick off your shoes and change into something a 
 bit more comfortable.  You think about eating, but you still haven't 'wound
 down,' so opt for a cup of tea instead.  You're about to head for the
 kitchen, when a tall, pale figure appears in your living room.  You forget
 the tea and, instead, think of another way to relax.

     "Feeling a bit stressed, my dear?" Nunkies asks as he guides you to the
 comfy sofa.  You notice chocolates and flowers on the coffee table as two
 strong hands begin to massage your shoulders.  The massage feels good, but
 you can tell Nunkies has quite a lot of things planned for you.  You yawn.
 Now you also know that Nunkies is taken aback, because the shoulder massage
 comes to an abrupt end.

     "I do hope that means you're growing more relaxed," he says -
 meaningfully.

     "Mmmmm...It's OK," you reply casually.  "I mean, it feels good, sure,
 but..."

     Nunkies sits down next to you on the comfy sofa, obviously nonplussed.

     "But what??" he asks.  "You mean, you're not interested in all this?"
 He motions to the candy, flowers, candles, feather fans, massage oils, etc.

     "No, not really," you tell him, letting out a bored sigh.  "Sometimes,
 Nunkies," you begin to say as you clasp your arms around those gorgeous
 shoulders, "some of us just don't have the time or energy for the romance
 schtick."

     "Dear me," he says in the low, sultry tones that turn your insides to
 mush.  "I do believe I've discovered a new breed of woman, and I *know* I
 like it."

     "So what are you waiting for??" you ask, somewhat exasperated.

     END OF *PRINTABLE* FANTASY...

 Jules
 Your Friendly High Priestess