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You Know That Dream?

  • by jenbeside you in a bathing suit
  • sinister red mask with pointy ears
  • “Don’t be fooled by their cuddly appearance
  • fine silken tunics
  • “Should I put my shoes back on?”

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You know that dream? The one where there’s a beautiful woman beside you in a bathing suit and a sinister red mask with pointy ears, and she twists your fingers into impossible shapes to make grotesque shadow puppets, and growls in your ear, “Don’t be fooled by their cuddly appearance, sonny boy, they’re deadly even if they are just shadows!”? This felt a lot like that dream, only Dr Ferguson was dressed for skinny dipping, and I was the one in a mask (if pantyhose can be said to count as a mask). And instead of growling, Dr Ferguson purred into my ear, “Just shoot this one scene for us and we’ll dress you in fine silken tunics — as many as you want — and drive you to the airport.”

It was just one scene. How bad could it be. I murmured to her, “Should I put my shoes back on?”

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My Initial Squeamishness

  • by Kentorder his midnight niblets
  • in defense of Ewoks
  • last night I slept on a feather bed
  • give me my crown
  • grope her way crusty-eyed back to her sleep

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My initial squeamishness about step one of the plan was quite robust. I still had some chafing from my indenture to Tallulah, which made it even more difficult not to view the harness on Heinrich’s torso as a sex swing. But the plan was a good plan, due in large part to its simplicity, and step one simply called for me to put aside my aversion and climb on.

It was Svetlana’s glare that convinced me.

And as soon as my feet and arms were secured, I began to feel better about the plan. Heinrich buttoned his shirts over me, and I felt safe and warm. His swaying gait produced a comforting rocking motion, and I could envision how after a long, hard day of villainy Svetlana might grope her way crusty-eyed back to her sleep here in Heinrich’s artificial womb. Loyal subjects of dreamland, give me my crown. For if last night I slept on a feather bed, which I didn’t, it wouldn’t have been so restful.

I dreamt. I was a baby Wookiee, accompanying the great heroes in defense of Ewoks. I was a werewolf at an all-night diner where a monster could order his midnight niblets in peace.

“Wake up,” Heinrich’s voice boomed. “It is time for step three.”

“What happened to step two?” I mumbled, blinking at the light as he pulled the shirt aside.

“You slept through it,” Svetlana giggled. “But I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to see what we chose for you to wear.”

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