"LADY MIDNIGHT VERSUS MR. CUPID"
A Lady Midnight Adventure

By Bill K.

Lady Midnight is (c)2002 by Mister X and is used with permission.  Mr. 
Cupid is (c) 2002 by Bill K.  This story is also (c)2002 by Bill K.
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	It was on one of her periodic sweeps of the business district, in 
her obsessive desire to right all wrongs and punish all evil, that she 
saw it.  The fact that the man was dressed only in a white loincloth and 
carried a bow and quiver of arrows was bad enough - - The fact that he 
was flying was even more extraordinary.

	Curiosity lending her speed, Lady Midnight went off in pursuit.  
Her unerring sight and deductive, logical mind told her the strange man 
had landed in the fourth floor suite housing the very elite 
International Diamond and Gold Salon, who dealt with customers through 
appointment only.  Her eyes narrowing, Lady Midnight silently opened the 
door to the suite and entered.

	Apparently it was a night for surprises.  What she found were two 
men in the store's exhibition parlor.  They were clothed only in socks 
and hastily opened shirts, with their jackets and slacks tossed 
haphazardly to one side.  They didn't notice her enter, because they 
were otherwise engaged in a very intimate, very passionate embrace.  It 
was a bold display that stunned the normally implacable crime-fighter.

 	Her senses quickly refocused when she caught sight of her quarry.  
He was exiting the walk-in vault with a tray of precious stones.  One 
lightning-like move of her hand from her belt to a throwing position 
propelled a set of magnetic bolas.  They wrapped around the suspect's 
arms and upper torso before he was even aware of her presence.  She 
relaxed and smiled - - another triumph for Lady Midnight.

	"Lady Midnight," the man said, giving her voluptuous ebony figure 
an appreciative eye.

	"Yes," Lady Midnight replied confidently.  "And this withdrawal is 
canceled."

	"You don't want to do this," he smiled gently.

	"This is precisely what I want . . ." she began archly.  Something 
stopped her in mid-sentence.  Something about him.  Lady Midnight looked 
at him as if for the first time.

	He was gorgeous.  Six-foot-three and a lean, hard, sculpted two 
hundred and ten pounds of desirable male with thick curly blond hair and 
smooth beige skin.  His eyes were blue pools that a woman could get lost 
in.  His jaw was firm and his lips were soft and full, the type that 
made a woman ache to kiss them.  A moment ago she'd wanted to take him 
in and see him punished.  Now all she could think of was what it would 
be like to bed him.

	"You want to release me," he gently prodded.

	"Uh huh," she sighed.  Before Lady Midnight realized what she was 
doing, her finger pressed the button on her belt buckle and the magnetic 
bolas released and fell from him.

	Lady Midnight shook herself.

	"Who are you?" she demanded warily.  "What did you just do?"

	"You may call me Mr. Cupid," he said with a voice gloved in 
velvet, a voice that made her loins tighten.  "As for what I did, you're 
the detective.  I'll be going now."

	"To jail," she rumbled angrily, reaching for another gadget in her 
belt.

	"Oh dear," Mr. Cupid sighed.  "What must they always resist?"

	With uncanny swiftness, Mr. Cupid drew an arrow from his quiver 
and had it notched.  As he fired, Lady Midnight was already moving to 
her right to avoid it.  It was a calculated counter-move.  Her right 
would be his left and, since most people were right-handed, she would 
have a better chance to cause him to miss if he adjusted to the left.

	The shaft flew.  Lady Midnight could see it would miss her and 
already had her dazzle bomb in her hand.  The intense flash of light it 
produced would render Mr. Cupid momentarily blind and disoriented, 
giving her more than enough time to overpower and disarm him.

	Then the impossible happened.  The arrow changed course, tracking 
her.  The Lady of the Night executed a wrenching torso twist that 
threatened to pop her out of her already brief costume.  Still it wasn't 
enough and she braced herself for a very nasty impact.

	But the bizarre kept happening.  The arrow vaporized on contact 
with her soft, dark skin.  Its vapors coated her chest and neck with a 
fine particle dust that was barely visible.

	The change, though, was instantaneous.  Lady Midnight instantly 
felt her body temperature rise.  All thought left her head, replaced by 
a single overwhelming urge.  She wanted sex, now, with anybody or 
anything that could satisfy her.  Already the two men had forgotten 
about each other and were advancing eagerly toward her.

	"Yes!" gasped Lady Midnight, shooting to her feet.  She jerked the 
torso-covering part of her costume off, leaving only her boots, gloves 
and mask.  "Take me!  Do me!  I'll take you both on at once, but fuck me 
until it squirts from my ears!"

	The ebony daredevil sank to her knees before one of them, a 
dark-haired man of about forty who was passably handsome twenty years 
ago.  He was already erect, though, and that was all she needed at the 
moment.  Lady Midnight clasped the base of his cock with her hand to 
steady it.  Her lips surrounded the head and she took it into her mouth 
like it was candy.  A deep sigh of satisfaction emanated from Lady 
Midnight as she took in as much of it as she could.

	"You're busy," Mr. Cupid smiled, patting her head.  "I'll just let 
myself out."

	Bobbing her head up and down, Lady Midnight sucked on the cock 
like she was trying to draw the life from it.  Her tongue cradled it on 
each pass, while her lips surrounded it.  The shaft glistened with her 
saliva.  Her eyes were closed and murmurs of rapture came from her.

	The Ebony Avenger felt hands grip her naked bottom.  The head of 
another very hard cock pressed to the lips of her intimacy.  Continuing 
to suck, she arched up to give the caller better access.  Dripping wet 
from the sexual frenzy she suddenly found herself in, Lady Midnight took 
the cock of the other man, a youthful-looking blond in his thirties, 
with ease.  Still, she did gasp in surprise as it impaled her, for it 
was a thick cock and it filled her up completely.

	With his hands on her hips, her back door lover began thrusting 
into her with frenetic abandon.  He was as keyed up as she was.  Yet 
Lady Midnight yearned for more.

	"Harder!" she gasped, momentarily abandoning the cock in her 
mouth.  "Faster!  I want to feel it!"

	Only too happy to comply, the man behind her began slamming his 
cock home.  Flesh smacked against flesh as he drove deeply into her.  
She began to cry out and moan, driven by the building orgasm in her 
body.  Her cries were muffled by the cock that once more filled her 
mouth.  They were joined, though, by the moans of pleasure from her two 
companions.  Together they formed an erotic three-part harmony.

	First to come was the dark-haired man.  He tensed up and then 
fired, filling the dark beauty's waiting mouth.  She drank it in like it 
was ambrosia and continued to suck in hopes of drawing more.  This 
seemed to spark a reaction in her and her orgasm exploded out, 
radiating from her loins up and out until she felt she was drowning in 
the sensation.  The third member of the trio pitched over the edge and 
with a grunt of satisfaction emptied himself up into her.  A second, 
more intense climax followed the first for Lady Midnight and it proved 
to be too much for the dark beauty.  Her senses reeled and she slipped 
beneath the wave.

	When consciousness returned, Lady Midnight pulled herself up from 
the plush pile carpet of the salon and looked around.  It was one-thirty 
a.m., nearly four hours after her confrontation with Mr. Cupid.  Though 
she could still feel a pleasant tingle in her genitals, the woman looked 
around to reassure herself that her recollections were correct.  She 
confirmed she was naked - - so were the two men sleeping near her.  It 
had happened.  Lady Midnight put her head in her hands.

	"How could this happen?" she muttered.  "It's as if I went 
temporarily insane."  The corner of her mouth turned up.  "I don't think 
I've ever come like that.  At least I got something out of it."

	Shaking away such thoughts, Lady Midnight retrieved her belt and 
the shreds of her costume.  Like a shadow she slipped out of the salon 
and to her car parked several blocks away.  Thanks to the darkness and 
her cape, no one saw her or her nudity.

	At home, in her identity of Angela Grear, Lady Midnight carefully 
dabbed up any residue of the dust on her chest and transferred it to 
slides for analysis.  She drew a blood sample and stored it away as 
well.  Then, still haunted by loss of control and her descent into 
sexual avarice, the woman took a hot shower to cleanse herself of the 
cheap feeling she had.  Once dry, she climbed into bed and only lingered 
for a little while on what had happened.

	"I'm afraid I can't make it in today," Angela told the City 
Prosecutor's office the next morning.

	"Cramping up again, Angela?" Carol, the secretary, said 
sympathetically.

	"Badly," she lied.  "If I had court today, I'd come in, but . . ."

	"Don't worry.  We know the drill.  And believe me, I know where 
you're coming from.  See you tomorrow?"

	"Hopefully," and Angela hung up.  She disliked lying to the 
office, but sometimes Lady Midnight's cases needed extra time.  
Fortunately she was able to use a believable excuse like severe 
menstrual cramps to accommodate such instances - - so long as she didn't 
go to the well too often.

	Recriminations dismissed, Angela turned back to the microscope.  
She peered in at the slide of the dust sample she took from her chest.

	"This is consistent with the blood analysis," she thought.  "It's 
a chemical compound that stimulates the sexual urge center, triggering 
the hormones that spur lust."  She pulled back and thought.  "Clearly to 
a severe degree.  All I could think of was copulating with anyone or 
anything that was handy."  She studied the chemical breakdown of each 
analysis.  "Perhaps this Mr. Cupid exudes a pheromone as well.  I 
remember being - - stimulated - - by his proximity before he hit me with 
the arrow.  And the arrow must have been designed in some manner to seek 
out a heat source.  Very impressive."

	Her eyes narrowed and her lips pulled into a smile.

	"However, it's nothing I can't counter."

	That night, the home of the wealthy Wes Lexnor saw an uninvited 
guest.  In the Lexnor study, Mr. Cupid was emptying the contents of a 
wall safe into a canvas satchel.  On the floor, Mr. Lexnor was writhing 
naked with his comely blonde wife, Eleanor, and his comely Latina 
housekeeper, Marichela.  Both women were just as naked and seemed to be 
competing with the shopping center magnate over who could come first and 
how many times.  Mr. Cupid glanced over his shoulder at the trio and 
smiled.

	"Ah, to bring love into the world," he sighed.  "Or at the very 
least, raw sex.  It's so much - - nobler than using a gun." 

	No sooner had he dropped a diamond necklace into the bag than Mr. 
Cupid was once more ensnared in the magnetic bolas of Lady Midnight.  
Surprised, he dropped the bag and whirled to face her.  She stood, proud 
and beautiful, in the doorway of the room, her impressive body 
highlighted by the dim light and shadow of the darkened mansion.

	"I'll see to it that your Nobel Prize is delivered to your cell," 
Lady Midnight said, her brown eyes sparking with contempt.

	"Lady Midnight," Mr. Cupid smiled seductively.  "Perhaps it's fate 
that we keep meeting."

	"Perhaps," she responded.  "I prefer to think it was my ability to 
track the pheromone trail you leave behind whenever you fly."

	"Beautiful and intelligent," he nodded.  "I'm impressed.  Perhaps 
you could free me from these cumbersome cords and we could - - get 
better acquainted?"

	"I think not," Lady Midnight said humorlessly as she walked to 
him.  "Your pheromone scent won't work on me again.  I took the 
precaution of using nose filters before confronting you."

	To her satisfaction, Lady Midnight detected the slightest hint of 
worry in her quarry's face.  She so loved trumping their aces.

	"Your reputation doesn't begin to do you justice," Mr. Cupid said.  
"Perhaps we could - - make some sort of arrangement?" 

	"A deal?" Lady Midnight asked, her temper welling ever so slightly 
as she stalked him.  "I don't deal.  You chose this life and now you're 
going to have to suffer the consequences of it."

	Suddenly, Mr. Cupid lashed out at her as much as his pinioned arms 
could.  As she stepped back, she saw one of his chemical arrows in his 
hand.  She didn't move fast enough and the arrow dissolved as it neared 
her bared stomach.  A puff of dust landed on her skin.

	"Now, my dear," Mr. Cupid smiled as Lady Midnight stood 
motionless, staring at her stomach.  "Remove these bolas and perhaps we 
can consider a less confrontational relationship."

	Lady Midnight looked up at him - - and promptly leveled him with a 
vicious right hook.  Mr. Cupid went down like a sandbag and slumped 
against the wall near the floorboard.

	"Just how stupid do you think I am?" Lady Midnight growled, 
straddling him as she towered over his prone form.  "I also coated my 
body with a protective salve that inhibits chemical absorption through 
the skin.  All your weapons are useless."  She bent down and dug her 
hands into the ropes around his chest.  "Now if you continue to resist, 
I WILL hurt you - - permanently."

	Without any resistance from her quarry, save a whimper, Lady 
Midnight hauled him to his feet and roughly pinned him with his back to 
the wall.  Dipping her shoulders, she reached down to remove his quiver 
while keeping her forearm pressed against his throat.  He seemed 
properly cowed and she concentrated on undoing the buckle on the quiver 
belt.

	In desperation, Mr. Cupid suddenly jammed his hand up to her
 mouth.  His palm clapped over her parted lips.  If it was a blow, it 
was an ineffectual one.  Still Lady Midnight staggered back.  Too late 
she realized that a piece of arrow had been in his hand and now it 
rested on her tongue.  Too late she tried to spit the fragment out, for 
her saliva had already done its job.  She could feel the room heating 
up, could feel her pulse begin to race again.  She whirled on Mr. Cupid, 
an angry snarl escaping from parted lips and clenched teeth.  Lady 
Midnight lunged for the nearly naked man, her hands seeking his throat.

	Instead, it was her mouth that caught his.  Lady Midnight molded 
her ample body to Mr. Cupid's and kissed him with a fiery passion that 
threatened to consume them both.  She ground her lips on his, her tongue 
eagerly seeking his out, as she ground her groin to his and her breasts 
to his chest.  The black beauty kissed him as if she were trying to 
swallow him whole.  Finally their lips parted and they stood gasping for 
breath.

	"That was very nice," Mr. Cupid gasped.  "It's a pity you're on 
the other side.  You have considerable possibilities."

	"I'll be on any side you want," Lady Midnight whispered 
breathlessly.  "Just please fuck me!"

	Mr. Cupid smiled.  "Perhaps you could undo these bolas first?"

	Frantically Lady Midnight clawed at the bolas, forgetting the 
release button on her belt, until they parted through sheer force of 
will.  Mr. Cupid flexed his arms, then seized Lady Midnight by hers.

	"A question, my beautiful flower," he said, gazing deeply into her 
excited eyes.  "Do you have any rope in that wonderful belt of yours?"

	Lady Midnight smiled proudly, her chest heaving.  "Oh yes!  It's 
very thin, but very strong.  Please take as much as you want!  Take it 
all!"

	She pulled the rope from her belt and handed it to him.  Mr. Cupid 
took it, then slid behind her and eased her arms behind her back.

	"You won't mind if I tie you up, will you?" he asked, his lips 
tickling her earlobe as he leaned against her back.

	"N-Not a bit!" she gasped out.  "Don't tease me so!  I need you 
inside me!"  

	Mr. Cupid bound her wrists behind her back, then cut the cord and 
looped more around her arms and across her chest, over and under her 
massive breasts.  Her shoulders pulled back and the prominent breasts 
thrust out even more.  To keep her passions stirred, Mr. Cupid reached 
around and fondled the breasts through her wispy costume.  Lady Midnight 
groaned with pleasure and arched into his hands.

	"Open your mouth, please," Mr. Cupid requested.  Lady Midnight 
complied and found her mouth stuffed with a thick cloth.  Another cloth 
was tied over her mouth, trapping the packing inside and gagging her.  
Mr. Cupid turned her around to face him and leisurely began tracing a 
line along her breastbone with his forefinger.  Lady Midnight looked up 
at him with unconcealed lust.  "Now, my dear," he smirked, "how about we 
go back to my place?"

	The flight to Mr. Cupid's lab was a rough one for the master 
criminal.  Carrying the bound and gagged Lady Midnight was cumbersome 
enough, but her constant attempts to hump him and grind her groin into 
him while they flew nearly pitched them from the sky.  It was also quite 
distracting, as was the feel of her hard nipples pressing into his bare 
chest.  By the time they landed, Mr. Cupid was quite aroused and ready 
to sample the charms of the Ebony Avenger.

	As she squirmed in sexual frustration, Mr. Cupid set her down on a 
table in his lab.  A strap was brought across her shoulders above her 
undulating chest.  The criminal then stuck his hand into a drawer and 
produced a pair of surgical scissors, which he used to cut off her tiny 
costume.  He also took care to remove her cape, belt and boots.

	"Oh," he sighed, surveying Lady Midnight's naked form, "as little 
as that costume covered, it was still a crime to cover what it did!"

	Lady Midnight responded by groaning through her gag and arching 
her hips up to make penetrating her easier.  No further invitation was 
necessary.  Mr. Cupid jerked his loin cloth off and climbed up on the 
table.  Lady Midnight spread her legs as her chest heaved expectantly.

	His cock found her warm and wet and easily slid inside of her.  It 
was a firm, thick cock, a cock that could be taken pride in as much as 
could his good looks.  Lady Midnight took it easily, her vagina gripping 
it like a glove.  The criminal shuddered out a sigh, then began pumping 
in and out of his nemesis.  The Ebony Avenger took his thrusts with 
mounting passion, groaning through her stifling gag as he grunted and 
groaned in her ear.  Every inch of her was stimulating.  It was such a 
pity that a beautiful, exotic woman like this wasted her life fighting 
crime.

	He came quickly, perhaps too quickly for him.  Certainly it was 
too quickly for her.  Lady Midnight whimpered as he climbed off of her, 
obviously unfulfilled.  As she shook her hips at him suggestively, Mr. 
Cupid got dressed.  For his own protection, he strapped her legs down to 
the table, a restraint over each knee and each ankle, so her legs were 
kept spread.

	When the chemical stimulant wore off, Lady Midnight found herself 
lying on her back on the table. Taking mental inventory, she found she 
was still bound and straps ran across her chest and legs.  Her belt and 
costume had been removed, though her gloves remained.  Apparently Mr. 
Cupid hadn't wanted to untie her to remove them.  She also recalled, in 
detail hazed over with the red of passion, what had occurred on the 
table.  The midnight crime-fighter had only moments to squirm and test 
the hold of the straps and the bonds before Mr. Cupid returned.

	"I can tell by that murderous look in your eye that my love 
stimulant has worn off," Mr. Cupid smiled.  He combed back some of his 
curly blond hair with his hand.  "That's what led to my ultimate 
decision about what to do with you.  Clearly you won't give up until 
you've brought me down - - and I don't intend to go down."  His hand 
caressed her taut stomach and Lady Midnight willed herself not to 
flinch.  "I thought long and hard about keeping you.  You are quite the 
beauty.  I can imagine a thousand different ways of getting to know 
every intimate part of you.  And with enough of a dose of my love 
stimulant, you'd be a willing participant in any sexual calistentics I 
could come up with."

	He cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze, then brushed the 
nipple with his thumb.  Lady Midnight glared up helplessly at him, 
silently telling him how he would pay should she free herself.

	"But keeping you as a lover would be like keeping a ticking bomb 
in the place," he told her.  "One mistake and you'd blow me all the way 
to prison - - or worse.  I'm not going to live with that sword hanging 
over my head.  So I'm going to have to eliminate you."  His hand trailed 
down and caressed her naked hip.  "And your death will contribute to 
scientific advancement."

	Reaching into a drawer, Mr. Cupid pulled out a leather square with 
buckled straps.  Affixed to the square was a solid white knob.  Setting 
it down, he reached over and undid the gag over Lady Midnight's mouth, 
then pulled out the packing.  Lady Midnight was about to speak when she 
saw he meant to replace her cloth gag with the leather one.  Defensively 
she clamped her mouth shut.

	"Resist all you wish," Mr. Cupid smiled, pinching her nostrils 
shut.  "You are at a distinct disadvantage, my dear."

	Lady Midnight tried to pull away, but without success.  Finally 
need for air forced her to open her mouth.  Instantly the knob plunged 
in between her teeth.  As her captor buckled the gag in place, Lady 
Midnight realized to her horror that the knob was made of the same 
substance as his arrows.  Immediately she felt the increased sexual 
frenzy wash over her body again.

	"I've always wanted to know something, Lady Midnight," Mr. Cupid 
said, producing a thick phallic-shaped plastic vibrator from the drawer 
beneath the table.  "I've always wanted to know how many orgasms a woman 
could endure until she climaxed to death.  What say we find out."

	Lady Midnight was dimly aware of the vibrator clicking on.  As it 
plunged into her vagina, her only thought was how much of a relief it 
was.  She squeezed it with her pelvic muscles as the vibrations rumbled 
through her bound frame.  As the mechanism continued to do its work on 
her, she thrashed and writhed in the grip of the straps.  The vibrator 
rubbed intimate parts of her body until she exploded in orgasm.  The 
orgasm, though, only seemed to feed her artificially induced need.

	Over and over she climaxed.  Breathing became difficult.  Tension 
took command of her body until it threatened to snap it into little 
pieces.  The relentless waves spurred on by the constant vibrations in 
her pelvic region had her caught in a vise of pleasure until the orgasms 
themselves were like sandpaper rubbing on sores.  

	And in that moment the chemically induced stimulant was superseded 
by a need higher than sexual pleasure: the sheer animal will to survive.  
In that moment the cloud was lifted from Lady Midnight's brain.  Though 
her body was wracked with pleasurable pain, she knew instantly what she 
had to do.  Pressing her thumb against the tip of the forefinger of her 
gloved hand, the Ebony Avenger eased out a thin blade sewn into the 
fingertip.  Once the cutting edge was exposed, she began sawing on the 
rope that held her wrists.  If only she had enough time to do this.  Her 
body was drenched in sweat.  She was panting like she'd run ten miles.  
It wasn't a question of if she'd escape.  It was a question of if she'd 
survive long enough to escape. 

 	Another wonderfully dreadful wave lapped over her body, wringing 
even more vitality out of already fatigued muscles.  Summoning all of 
her mental discipline, Lady Midnight forced herself to concentrate on 
sawing her wrist ropes.  She could feel her diaphragm cramping from the 
exertion.  Her entire body was seriously overheated.  Struggling to keep 
from blacking out, Lady Midnight fought to keep herself on mission.  The 
rope had to part.  There was no other acceptable outcome.  It had to 
part.

	And part it did.  Allowing herself a moment to let another orgasm 
shudder through her, Lady Midnight pulled her arms out from behind her.  
She reached between her legs and pulled the vibrator from her aching 
loins, even as Mr. Cupid spotted her.  He took several menacing steps 
toward her and she defended herself with the only weapon at her 
immediate command.  She flung the vibrator at his head.

	He flinched, swatting it away, but that gave her time to slip out 
one of the longer blades from the metal gauntlet on her right arm.  The 
blade was in the air before Mr. Cupid knew it and imbedded in his hip 
before he could move.  Mr. Cupid crumpled to the floor in pain, allowing 
the Ebony Avenger to pull the straps from her and slide off the table.  
Staggering over to her foe on watery legs, Lady Midnight saw Mr. Cupid 
struggle to get up.  Blood was streaming down his leg.

	"No you don't!" she raged, delivering a vicious backhand that 
slapped the man back to the floor.  She drove her knee into his solar 
plexus, then ripped the quiver of arrows away while he gasped for 
breath.

	"You-you bitch!" he gasped out.  "You stabbed me!"

	"It's your own fault!" she panted hoarsely, rolling him over and 
binding his hands.  "I was aiming for your quiver!  If you hadn't put me 
through all of this, maybe my aim would have been better!"
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	"Did you hear about Lady Midnight?" Carol asked over the phone.  
"She nabbed another super-criminal.  The guy called himself Mr. Cupid.  
Not a bad look, too, although he was a little roughed up when they 
brought him in."

	"No, I hadn't," Angela said through clenched teeth.  She removed 
the heat pack from her abdomen and gingerly massaged around her sore 
groin.  "You aren't going to need me to come in, I hope?"

	"No, one of the juniors can handle the preliminary hearing," Carol 
said.  "Are you still cramping?"

	"Carol, I hurt about as much as any woman could possibly hurt in 
that area," Angela grimaced.  This time there was no need to lie.

	"Are you taking anything for it?"

	"Everything possible except a direct injection of painkiller.  I 
should be well enough to come in tomorrow."

	"OK.  Well you take care of yourself, Angela.  And get plenty of 
rest.  That's the best thing."

	"I will, Carol.  The city will just have to get along without me 
for the next twenty-four hours."  Again she wasn't lying.

	Angela hung up the phone, grimaced as she shifted position and 
eased back onto the bed.  Mr. Cupid better pray she didn't draw his case 
to prosecute.  If she did, she fully intended to seek the maximum - - at 
hard labor.

	"I wonder if death penalty specifications would be out of the 
realm of possibility?" she muttered as she gingerly massaged her tender 
groin again.

THE END