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Pastimes : Muffy's Story: A Short Story Game for Would Be Authors -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Solon who wrote (264)	8/12/1998 9:05:00 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

"This is like a dream," Muffy thought to herself when her eyes met Mex's; "but in truth it is not one, for it was several minutes ago when I woke from that only briefly incapacitating blow with the wet noodle." Dear reader, your narrator must needs amend her earlier description: While Muffy's twinkly blue eyes eagerly sought out Mex's burning gaze, she was not rewarded with it, for Mex's dark eyes were focused elsewhere-- it must be remembered that at this point in our narrative Muffy stands before us all, and most notably before the lusty Mex, (he made this known about himself in Saint Innocent) with nary a garment to cover her shame!-- no, not a flimsy negligee, not a sheer chemise, not a pair of black stockings and a garter belt, maybe with a tiny white maid's apron and spike heels?, nor a brassiere, even, not so much as one of those bras from those catalogs where parts of the cups are entirely missing?, no, nothing-- Muffy's nubile body was clad only in the glistening, slick, and fragrant butter, and the modesty her two hands could afford her as they flittered touchingly here and there, and there, and back down to here, in their maidenly efforts to shield from Max's hungry stare her bounteous charms. "Oh, Mex," whispered Muffy huskily. "I have missed you even more than I have Rudolfo, who lit my wick so recently ago. Please chew these Certs, and then we shall plan our future together from a supine position. For my womanly instincts tell me that you feel the same magnetic attraction to moi that I do to toi, my Mex, my beautiful Mex..."