Cleaning Day
 by Susan Nix, Mistress of Silliness


Well, you've put it off for weeks, but the day has finally arrived:
cleaning day.  You put on your worst clothes, pin your hair up, roll up
your sleeves and get at it.  You clean everything that is yours and a few
things that aren't.   All this cleaning begins to take a toll on you.
You're exhausted and wish you could get this over with.

You're down on your knees, scrubbing the floor, when you feel a rush of
air in the room and a familiar presence.  You look ahead of you, and see a
pair of elegantly tasteful italian shoes.  You look up, and see a loooong
black figure clad entirely in black.  You finally reach the face and
its....its...


"NUNKIES!" you screech.

"Indeed it is, my dear.  Shall I help you up?"

You put your rubber-gloved hand in his, and he helps you rise.  
He removes the glove, and kisses your hand.

"Cleaning is such a dreadful pastime," he begins.  "Too...common for one
of my followers.  I have arranged for professionals to complete you task.
I trust that leaves you free for this evening."

He pulls a stunning evening gown from behind his back.

"I hoped you might give me the pleasure of..entertaining you this evening.
Shall we adjourn to my apartment so you can prepare?  I have a full stock
of Vampire Mango Body Wash...an odd product, but it does leve the skin
feeling refreshed.  I am most interested in finding out the effects of it
on mortals."  

You throw down your sponge and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Nunkies, how can I ever repay you?" you ask innocently.

Just before he gives you a devastating kiss, he whispers, "I'm sure I can
find a way..."

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That was very....therapeutic.


Kissing Cousin, aka "Bubbles", NA member and former rodeo clown
snix@comp.uark.edu
If loving a man in a toga is wrong, I don't wanna be right!