ATTENTION: Stories marked with an * may contain material which would be better appreciated by those over 18. Parental Discretion is advised. This is your responsibility, not ours."Storyboard Fantasy by Ranma"
"At last" Ranma thinks as she puts her Pepe Le Pu slipper shod feet up on the leather ottoman, *The Fairy Tale is finished. Now I can return to my favorite pasttime, frustrating Michael and Nikita. Hmm, what if I handcuffed them back to back and left them in a cabin in the woods ... how agile are they?* Her thoughts are interrupted by a loud crashing and the appearance of Midnight, her terribly cute black kitty cat, flying into the room, meowing his head off. "What is it Midnight? What did you knock over?" Ranma asks in resignation thinking *there goes the priceless Ming vase* when from the doorway a velvet voice with the slightest French accent accuses, "You! There you are! The torture Queen!" Ranma looks up in surprise and sees the beautiful spyguy himself in her office doorway. His look dark and smoldering, his chin thrust proudly, his pants ... tight. "How did you find me?" she squeaks, her eyes locked by his green blazing orbs. "We took the information from Nikita507's computer, she's a great dancer by the way, and 'chelle's e-mail listing and correlated them." "But, I turned off the "Who is" feature." Ranma proclaims. "Birkoff says hi." Michael smirks. *Drat!* thinks Ranma. "I have a couple of things to clear up with you, but first, where is Hopposai!" Michael demands, his accent stronger as he approaches the now anxious Ranma. "Why?" "Madeline would like a few ... words with him." Michael intones with a deadly smile. *Hmm, Hopposai would probably enjoy that.* Ranma thinks. "Okay, here's his address." she writes the information on a handy slip of paper. Surprised, Michael takes the paper and calls it in. "Now. I want to know something." "Yes?" *What am I going to do? I don't even know what Time Out is?* "Why do you torture me so? What have I done to deserve 'Pinned, Pinned2, Time Enough and Distraction'." Michael demands. "Do you have any idea how many cold showers I had to take?" Ranma smiles, "Hey, you always got 'it' in the end, didn't you. The wait made it sweeter." she says smugly. Michael reaches down and pulls her out of her chair. "Let's see if you still say that in a couple of hours." he threatens... "Oh yeah. Recruit me harder Spyboy!"
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