BS was fairly deep into the tunnel when his electronic ACME feminity seeker went crazy. He was close, so very very close. With a cry of joy, he ran up the tunnel, praying that this time things would work out for him.
As he peered through the floor and looked into the room, he was taken aback for a moment.Where was he? An animal shelter? All he could see were a vast collection of animals; rabbits, puppies, kittens, anything fuzzy was there, running free through the room. There were sketches hanging on the walls, to BS's great surprise, mostly nudes!!. While the female sketches brought a great appeciation of art to his heart, the male sketches he would rather not have glimpsed.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and in came a strnge procesion....Four rather bulky men were carrying something, a mobile bed? yes, a mobile bed, complete with conopy! Looking through the sheer fabric, BS was stunned to find...yes....this time it WAS a female. There could be no doubt, as the outfit the lady wore left little room for doubt, and since this didn't seem to be the set of Jerry Springer, he was SURE this was a female.
She was reading a book, and the title of the book was "The Rednck Language, and How to Speak it With Authority" Evidently this young woman was fascinated by the southern culture, and BS felt himself perk up at that thought. He could vbe a redneck, even if it WAS stretching the truth somewhat.
Then the woman sprang from the bed and turned to face one of the men.
"How long have you been my slave?" she asked in a sweet voice?
"For ten heavenly minutes Lady Vivien" he replied.
She looked confused for a moment, the pronounced that ten minutes was really too long a time, and she needed new entertainment. She clapped her hands, and BS was amazed to see thesweet fuzzy little rabbits change into vicious little critters, immediately beating the slaves ankles with their ears and forcing him from the room.
Viv watched as the door closed, then moved to her computer. BS was entranced. Her utfit was low cut, almost sheer, and very form fitting. Such beauty, yes, now he was having much better luck. At the computer, Viv began to search for yet another slave from the vast fields of SYM. BS had always wondered what happend to those who had stoped posting. Now he understood. She seemed particularly interested in this Beldin person. As she changed her sig, in a deliberate attempt to bait him, she leaned back and sipped her glass of wine.
Then the alarm clock rang, and Viv stood and stretched....and BS loved every moment of that....before she stepped to the center of the room and started jumping around from foot to foot, sometimes kicking one leg out, sometimes throwing what looked to be a punch, and every now and then screaming "hi-yah". She evidently was trying to master some kind of martial art with which he was not aquainted, but he really couldn't follow enough to determine how far along she was in her training. Actually, he didn't care, as all the exertion made her move in some interesting ways.
He decided that she would do better with a training partner, and was about to climb fully into the room to offer his help with several grappling moves he knew, and teach her what he knew of the styles of fighting when off your feet, when an errant kisk sent the bookcase in the corner tumbling, triggering a dominao effect that ended with the table over the hole collapsing and smacking him squarely in the head, sending him flying back into the tunnel.
A look of disgust came to BS's face as he tried to renter the room, only to find the opening sealed securly with the fallen debris. He could still hear Viv talking however, lamenting the fact that she had just sent her slave away.
then her voice brightened and BS felt a wave of panic at her next words. Viv believed that it was her clothing that had caused the kick to go amiss, and had decided that it would be much safer to workout in the nude. He pushed with all his might against the blockade as he could hear Viv reknew her workout, but to no avail. When she mentioned that she needed a bath, BS flew against the blockade, hitting his head and passing into unconscu\ienceness. The last thing he heard was a remark about having to scrub her own back and what she wouldn't give for a helping hand.
BS came to somewhat later, and looked disgustedly up at the impassable hole. Muttering curses under his breath, he started back through the tunnels. At least he was getting closer. He drank deeply from his bottle, and set off at a frantic pace, following the beeps to his next destination........
because of you, short people got reason to live.
