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Andrea strolled about in her camisole singing softly to herself as she merrily tossed rose petals across the floor. Eric would be home soon, and her skin tingled at the thought of cavorting with him among the fragrant petals.

“Do the scouts report anything?”

“There’s still no sign of her, sir. It may be her woodcraft is beyond them.”

“It had better not be. I and my three brothers are the only known males left with the inborn talent of magic in this hell-hole of a queendom. It would not do if this woman, whoever she is, came upon us while our arts are not yet fully mastered,” said Baltus told the squad leader.

It was nearly nine at night when Susan burst out of the laboratory. She stormed down the hallway and holed herself up in her office. She sat at her messy desk, teething and pulling at her hair. She hadn't gotten along with Cecelia since their first day in grad school, and she had been wearing away at Sue's nerves for years since. Tonight was the last straw.

disclaimer: well i meant to have this finished and out by april 1st (1997). why? well, it's related to that day. now on another note, i've noticed a trend. i tend to write short stories, of just a few pages. why? i just do. i notice other authors write epics. yet, they are jealous of my lack of long pages. they want to write short stories. i don't get it. short stories are easy. epics are hard. to each their own. well anyway, in the past some have complained that my stories are too short. tough. deal. least if they're bad, you didn't spend as much time reading them. that's what i say. and also, well, there is no and also. train of thought derailed. not a good thing in this profession, if i can call it that. more of a hobby since i'm not paid for this. not that i'm griping, i enjoy writing. it's a learning exercise. humm. where was i? oh yeah, this is supposed to be a disclaimer. well if you've read this much of it already, you'll probably read the story and i won't be able to stop you by saying you have to be over a certain age (i think it's 52) before you can go on. if you didn't read all this, you'll probably skip the story, and are too young to read it anyway (so give it to your parents and have them read it to you). note one day my disclaimer will be longer than one of my stories, and then i will have my revenge.

fool for the day

by munch wolf

her breasts grew real big and popped out of her shirt.

ps. see, it happened. my disclaimer was bigger than the story. the joke's on you.

actually, the story is down here. yes, really.

so on a side note, since i have your attention. know why there are bumps around the nipples? instructions in braille. no seriously, try reading, and keep reading, and reading, and oh that feels so good ....

oh sorry, story time. keep going down, there's one somewhere around here. i swear.

further down.

further.

to the right now, 0h yes. that's it. now rub real hard.

heh, you think there's a story in here don't you.

maybe there is, maybe there isn't.

but you're the one wasting time reading.

ok, all the children should be gone now, scared em off. story time.