To: Bill Ulrich who wrote (6805 ) 1/31/1998 10:09:00 AM From: Rambi Read Replies (2) | Respond to
With the uncanny instincts of a highly-evolved yet still primitive animal, she knew they were thinking about her. Images flashed through her mind as she lay resplendent among her furs and down pillows in the Rambilair. Refilling her champagne flute and sipping thoughfully, she focused her psychic energy on one particular image as it slid sinuously through her mind. Her azure eyes, mutable as the ocean, seemed to grow paler, icier as the realization struck her- the picture was of her. She had been stalked; somehow someone had managed, unbeknownst to her, to track her down and then, worse, had violated her privacy, doing something that had never been done before, worked some magic on her. Without her knowledge - oh, reprehensible travesty!-the herpetoidal galligantus had stolen her essence. But who, who, was capable of such a feat? Only one man in the world could possibly have such abilities-Bub, the Mysterious Warrior. Her slender arm, the muscles taut with fury, reached for the Uzi, never far from her side. But no-Bub had not the sophistication necessary, the oleaginously venial nature required for such villainous and unprincipled action. THere was someone else behind this nefarious plot. Her rage honed her innate gifts to a potent and fearsome strength and the image of a man flashed before her. "I need a name,give me a name," she murmured. The gutteral sound of thunder filled the cave. From the depths of her atavistic unconscious she faintly heard a strange, high voice pleading, "Oh, no, Mr. Bill! No, Mr. Bill!"
