"That's it, honey. Now stroke your wet little clitoris, and build that excitement. Keep your eyes on Lucas there, I think he's ready for the next part...of his routine." As if on cue, Lucas got up from his luxurious bed, his erection jutting out in front of him. Eva tensed, stilling her hands, fearing further discovery and exposure. Lucas was oblivious to anything but his engorged shaft, however, and walked across the room to open a boudoir, the inside doors of which were lined with mirrors. He. As I was checking out the last cart, a frantic call came over the loudspeaker. "Code Blue to ladies wear! Code Blue Ladies Wear!" I looked quizzically over at the helper dude, Stan. "Medical," he explained. "Usually means some old lady fell. But could be a heart attack or stroke. We get those sometimes. I gotta go check it out." I paid the clerk. We heard screams coming from close by. Coming from the ladies clothing section. Two women staggered out from the racks, large wounds on their arms.. The names of TGauthors who appear here appear without their prior permission, buthopefully with their cheerful indulgence. If you are an author, and I'venot included you in this little thank you note, please do not be hurt. Ienjoy the works of all the authors I read here and have read onFictionmania. I just can't get everyone into a story. Special thanks toChilli TNG, an author I've long admired, for inspiring me to write thissequel to the "Christmas Gifts" story I wrote last year. It was. Our gas stove had way too many buttons and in search of the right one I lit the wrong stove top which in turn set my sleeve on fire. In blind, white terror I felt someone else take control of my body and take me over to the sink, running cold water all over my sleeve to put the flames out. But it was too late, and the room had already filled with the putrid smell of burning fibers, my sleeve gently smoldering in the after flames. I might have heard the smoke detector beep somewhere in the.