There's a Nightcrawler in my Bathtub (c) 1997 Melissa Puzio Imagine, if you will, a day of complete hell: your car breaks down on the parkway en route to work; a flat tire that you have to pump fix-a-flat into in the pouring rain. You finally arrive at the offfice, soaked to the bone, hands raw and red, feet freezing from splashing in the icy puddles. You want nothing more than to plop down into your chair and gulp down a giant size mug of mocha expresso and rest your tired bones, totally forget about all of your assignments........ Unfortunately, the minute you arrive and drop all your stuff, your boss is in your face, asking for the final copy for your proposal that was supposed to be due next week. You tell him, "I'm working on it. It'll be on your desk at the end of the day," and watch him slink off with a scowl. The rest of the workday isn't much better. The server is down for two hours at one point, your computer crashes six times, the temp secretary jams the copy machine and you end up putting in two hours overtime finishing the blasted proposal. Of course, your boss isn't there to congratulate you on your dedication since he already left at noon to catch a flight to the Bahamas. The commute home sucks too, as there is a tractor-truck accident on the parkway, and you are stuck in traffic an hour and a half longer than usual, your car working frantically to make it home alive. You pull the car into the garage, thanking God that the tire held up until you can get a spare on. Once inside, you drop your purse and your tote on the floor in the hallway, and kick your shoes off under the couch in the family room. You pad your way into the kitchen and open the fridge and dig into the container of Broccoli Chicken from yesterday. After a few bites, you realize, you are in more of a mood for a bath, than a meal. As you walk up the steps to the second floor, you are serenaded by the sensuous sounds of (Insert your favorite sexy music, in my case Regina Belle's Baby Come to Me or R Kelly's Your Body's Calling). "Funny," you think to yourself, "I don't remember leaving the radio on." You go to your bedroom, throw off your clothes and slip into your best black satin robe (a perfect copy of Janette's in Father Figure). You open the bathroom to a paradise: the lights off, but scented candles are scattered liberally througout. The air scented with fuzzy peach oil from the body shop, Nunkies in your bathtub......NUNKIES IN YOUR BATHTUB!!!!!?? As soon as you gather your senses, and stop drooling at the sight of his wet, naked form strategically covered by bubbles, he hands you the springy orange sponge and the Vampire Mango Body Wash(tm), and softly queries, "Wash your back, if you wash mine?".............. *************************************************************************** I'll stop now, so I don't corrupt all the youngsters....Damn PG rating!! -- Cousin Mel *Cousin*Dark Knightie*Dark Nattie*Valentine*NVC*NA*Lucius Wench*Dark Trinity*Ravenette Wannabe*TPoCB Survivalist*Kronic Kronkoholic*Keeper of the Blessed Cat o' Nine Tails*DSS*Immortal Beloved cuznmel@usaor.net, Penchk68@aol.com, CousinMel@aol.com, darkmiss@juno.com "I will always know where to find you, Nicholas. That is our code."