Hi! Here's my second fantasy, but I didn't write it for me. In fact, I'm not sure it even appeals to me. *weNAg* Anyway, I hope this gets to everyone. Write me if you *don't* get this message. Heh heh. I just wanted to say how much I'm enjoying all these fantasies and stories and limericks. *NAsigh* It's so nice to be surrounded by those also... afflicted... with this addiction. {{{{NA}}}} It's a WONDERFUL support group!!! So here it is... This may sound a little *weird* to most of you... heh heh. * * * * * * * * * * * The Most Dignified Addict by Cousin Tser You languish in your toga on one of the loungers in the Shrine. Life doesn't seem worth living. You look up at the large "Lucius" tapestry, and only a small bead of drool forms at the corner of your mouth. Even the Shrine isn't worth it. Undignified noises are coming from the Sacred Cold Pond, after an immense Group Nunklear-Meltdown left you alone in the Shrine. You huddle your petite frame in the corner of the lounger and sigh. No one even noticed that the Fantasy didn't seem to have any effect on you. No one noticed your presence. You take a deep, shuddering breath, and pad out of the shrine, unnoticed by even Louis, who's near the door of the Jeweled Peach, backed against the wall by a rather large, glaring lizard and muttering unhappily about velociraptor invasions. Since he doesn't acknowledge you, you don't even favor him with "Hello, Monsieur Cabon." Not that you would of if he *had* acknowledged you. You walk into the cool night air. The breeze feels good across your nose. You close your eyes and pause on the sidewalk. The cool air is lonely. Suddenly, you feel two strong hands pick you up, spanning your small waist. Your eyes flash open, and you twist your head around to see that Nunkies has you in his grasp. You automatically start to go into Serious Nunklear Meltdown. LaCroix notices and sits on a bench near by, laying you prone across his lap, gently stroking the most sensitive part of your tummy. You smile slightly, and your eyes crack open. "Wwwoowww...." you say. "I have something for you," LaCroix whispers, patting you gently on the head, running a finger over one of your elegant ears. He brings out a box and opens it. It jingles slightly, adorned with diamonds and a small silver bell. "It was the only thing I could find befitting of one of your dignity," he whispers, fastening it around your neck, "of one equal to myself." You smile again, and stand. You think to yourself, *He certainly knows how to treat a lady,* and trot into the night. It doesn't do to stay too long in one place, even if it's with LaCroix. You smirk to yourself as you look over your shoulder, noticing LaCroix's wistful look. And you certainly know how to play them. You admire the new piece of jewelry, thinking how nice it looks with your toga. Not only that, but it came from *LaCroix*. You shudder happily, and head back to the Shrine. Of course, if your fellow Addicts ask, you won't tell... you *never* tell. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The end! This is for Cousin Gwen, the most dignified Addict of all, who never forgets to put a fresh white rose on the Shrine. (Does it make just a little more sense after you've read it all?) Also, I'd like to dedicate it to Olive, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. Cousin Tser and the Cousinly Critters }:=8} Cousin & Ratpacker Proud Member of Nunkies Anonymous, CW, N&Np Temporal Theorist and LaCroix's Dear Delusion When in doubt, blame the Rifts in Space-Time.