NA:  Your First Nunkies Anonymous Meeting / Or, the 12-step Fantasy


	As you park your car nervously, you wonder if you’ve made the right
 decision.  Can you really share the knowledge of your addiction to Lacroix
 with strangers? You have realized now that you need help.  Your co-workers
 and family members have grown tired of your constant tirades and
 dreamy-eyed commentary about *HIM*. You need some outside support to handle
 these new and wild feelings...someone else to share your persistent
 thoughts, feelings, and fantasies with.

	Finally, you muster up your courage, get out of the car, and walk 
 through the cool, dark night and into the restaurant called The Jeweled 
 Peach.  As you walk in the door, the concierge immediately points you in 
 the direction of the NA meeting.  Wondering how he knew that you were here 
 for the meeting, you reach up to your neck to fondle the sword pin affixed 
 on the high collar of your black blouse.  

       Upon entering the private dining room, you see quite a number of women
 milling around the table and notice the small shrine erected there complete
 with a framed portrait of Nunkies in Repose, candles burning on either side
 of the photograph, and a crystal goblet filled with a ruby-colored liquid
 resting beside a basket of fresh peaches and a marble bust of Lacroix. The
 clock strikes the top of the hour and everyone finds a chair.  One woman
 remains standing, bringing the meeting to order.  "Hello.  My name is
 Annie, and I’m an addict."  The room bursts into applause.  "Welcome to
 tonight’s meeting of NA.  If there are any newcomers here, please be sure
 that you have a drool cup at your place setting, and feel free to introduce
 yourself whenever you feel comfortable.  We’re here for each other, to
 support our fellow members who struggle daily with the addiction to our
 revered Nunkies.  We understand your suffering... and your obsession, and
 we’re here to help."
  
	You start to relax a little bit.  "Maybe this won’t be so bad...," 
 you whisper to yourself as you reach out and take hold of the mentioned drool
 cup, noticing the engraved initials "LL" on the side.  Several of the
 members get up one at a time and introduce themselves, sharing how their
 lives have been altered by the invasion of Lacroix into the forefront of
 their dreams, thoughts, and actions.   "I just can’t get my fill of dear
 Nunkies...and I seem to be spending more and more time in the Sacred Cold
 Shower...," a woman says, dabbing at the corner of her lips with a tissue. 
 "I was listening to CERK last night, and I *swear* he was talking just_ to_
 me!!  I swooned...I swear!! I actually SWOONED when he signed off the air
 by saying... well, I’m sure you were all listening last night, and I just
 can’t do his voice justice!!"

	"*NO.*  I AM SURE THAT YOU CANNOT."  A stunned hush fell over the 
 crowd. That austere voice was unmistakable!  It saturated the room with its 
 dark tenor.  Suddenly, you notice that all eyes are on you!  What are they
 looking at?  You wipe the spittle from your chin...and then feel a cool
 breath on the back of your neck.  Wait!  They’re not staring at
 YOU...they’re looking past you!  Turning around slightly, you see the sable
 figure standing directly behind you.  Looking upward, your eyes meet
 icy-blue jewels that are the penetrating eyes of Nunkies!  "A new member,"
 he remarks in deliberate inflections that wash over you in chilling waves. 
 He looks down on you with an amused smile.  "How perfectly enchanting. 
 This is your *first* time to join this little gathering, is it not?" he
 asks tantalizingly.  Trying to answer, your mouth forms what might be words
 yet no sound escapes from you.  You have to settle for nodding your head in
 a bewildered stupor.  He reaches out with one of his strong pale hands and
 with a single finger wipes away a drop of saliva still clinging to your
 lips.  "There.  You see?  All you need do is use one of these peculiar NA
 handkerchiefs" for this little ... problem."  He steps up beside your chair
 and addresses everyone in the meeting.  (All the eyes in the room have a
 glazed look to them; all the mouths are turned up in silly grins of
 expectation and wonder.)  "I hope you don’t mind my little impromptu
 intrusion, but I thought it was time to see some of these *anonymous*
 callers that have been ringing up on my radio program.  You see, my dear
 ones, there has been a recent increase in telephone calls from female
 listeners; and the curious thing is, they all sound as if they are
 experiencing some sort of ... breathing difficulty.  Yet they do manage to
 utter the single word:  ‘Nunkies.’"  He paused and made eye contact with
 all individuals in the room, his stare bringing a red blush to each face. 
 "In spite of this rather meager discourse... I *can* feel your longing. 
 Your desires.  Your cravings.  You call out to me, to my blood, and I
 *must* answer your plea."  His bow-shaped lips turn up in a rather wicked
 grin.  "So. Shall we begin the introductions?"  He turns to you and helps
 you out of your seat, escorting you to the front of the room.  Standing
 there, basking in the glory of his attentions, you feel his touch on the
 back of your neck.  He leans down and whispers gently into your ear, "I’ve
 come to hear your confessions.  Please begin, my dear."

	Trying not to melt into a dripping puddle at his feet, you take a 
 deep breath and say quietly, "Hi.  My name is <Laura>... and I’m a Nunkies
 addict..."  Unable to remain standing on your quavering legs, you crumple
 backward into Nunkies’ awaiting and supportive embrace...

------fade to black-----


Laura <graven@lightspeed.net>
NA / NBFC / Forever Depraved...and loving it
"Love.  How it toys with us.   Makes utter fools of us.  
Flogs, Whips, and Spanks us."     ~Lacroix~