Through the deepening shadows, a slim, supple figure glides. Our heroine is rushing to the side of the Domestic Goddess, known to outsiders only as "She Who Feels", to report the latest rumors of rebellion and treason among their midst. Her pulse quickens as she anticipates the battle to come and she lovingly fingers the green and red gummi bear necklace around her neck, remembering the sensual thrill of her last kill. No one, NO one, will ever force her or her leader, the brilliant, charismatic yet totally female She Who Feels, to make coffee or take dictation! Never! Not while there is a breath left in her shapely bosom!
A statuesque blonde sits crosslegged in front of a blazing fire, her long golden hair flung carelessly back. She motions gracefully to our heroine, indicating the place next to her and handing her a Waterford wine goblet.
"California Chardonnay-'92-a very good year-" they toast each other and appreciatively savor the bouquet. "I have heard the news," She Who Feels says calmly,"Do we know yet who is behind this?"
Bowing her head to hide the brief flicker of emotion that flits across her grave and lovely features, our heroine whispers, "I fear it is very bad, Goddess."
"I LOVE your boots-are they new?--No--Tell me."
"Oh-do you like them? On sale-30% off! It is---it is--the Q man."
"NO!" A gasp, a sigh of pain,"Why, oh why would he do this?"
"It is rumored that he wishes to replace Feelings with -" Our heroine can barely speak the words,"goofiness."
The two are silent, overwhelmed by the depth of the betrayal, and yet knowing that they must accept and deal with this barbarous behavior..
"Do try one of these delightful little hors d'oeuvres-" offers She Who Feels, "They're very lowfat."
Both women munch delicately for a moment.
"Are there others?" She Who Feels inquires, belching attractively.
"I know of only one-him whom I left for dead today-Jeffrey, Man of Many Initials."
"Ahh-are you sure he is dead?"
"No, my Goddess. I fear the gummi bears I used were from a new mold and still soft. He may survive."
Another pause. And then, her iron facade crumbling, our heroine cries out, "What are we to do?"
"We will do whatever we must to continue our mission here." She Who Feels pronounces in a steely tone. "No one must be allowed to destroy what I have created!" She raises her face to the heavens, and cries emotionally, "We will deal with them- later-after dinner,baths, and a bedtime story." She notices the tray between them."You simply MUST have another appetizer! You're not eating enough!" |
