Bee Mine 
 or
 Nunkies and Insects
 
 by Kusine Kaninchen
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     You are taking out the trash, and none too happy about it. 
 
     "Stupid housemate," you mutter.  "Goes away for the week so I
 have to do his chores, too...OW!" you yell as you stumble over the dog
 in the gathering gloom.  "Do something useful, you furry freeloader,
 go get the other trash can!"

     The aforementioned big oaf trots off to do your bidding.  As you
 lift the can over the fence, being too lazy to open the gate, you feel
 a stinging in your hand.  You yelp and drop the can, pulling your hand
 toward you into the light of a street lamp.

     As you look at the winged beastie circling your hand and the
 rising welt, your mind makes an important connection:

    "Yellow jackets.  I'm allergic to those.  I'm going to have to
 stab myself with a big needle so I don't go into anaphylactic shock."

     You begin to get dizzy at the mere thought of jabbing a needle
 into your arm, but you manage to make in into the house and the
 bathroom.  You tear apart the cupboards, trying to find the bee-sting
 kit.  You finally find it under your inflatable Nunkies Bath
 Companion, and begin to read the directions.

    "I suppose I should have looked at this before," you mumble,
 watching your arm swell as you watch.  "Can you call 911?" you ask the
 dog.  He just looks at you and offers a paw.  "Oh.  You can't talk. 
 Forget I mentioned it."

     You fill up the needle and are about to plunge it into your arm
 as a pale, strong hand stays you.  You follow the hand and discover an
 arm attatched to it.  Following further, you see a body as well.  A
 big, firm body.  Suddenly, your hand becomes less of a concern. 
 Nunkies, for it is him, takes the needle from your limp fingers.

     "Allow me," he says, his voice sliding over you like the silk
 underwear he's _got_ to wear.

     Nunkies turns over your rapidly enlarging hand to expose your
 wrist and kisses it softly.  He strokes the inside of your elbow with
 feather-light touches to bring up a vein.  You close your eyes as he
 holds the needle over your arm.

     "OW!" you yell.

     "But I haven't done anything yet.  If it hurts, I promise to kiss
 it and make it better," he says seductively, and suddenly, getting an
 adrenaline shot becomes the most attractive idea in the world.

     You keep your eyes closed, and a moment later, he says: "There,
 did that hurt?"

     You open your eyes to find Nunkies' face inches from your own. 
 You hadn't felt a thing, but this was hardly the time for the truth.

    "Terribly," you whimper.

    "Well, how about if I kiss here?...And here?...And
 here?...and...here...?"

     "Here" is nowhere near your arm.  Funny, you hadn't remembered
 getting stung in the thigh.  

     "It still hurts a little, right near there," you sigh.

     Nunkies hurries to ease your pain, which, strangely, lasts the
 whole night.

 
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