Finally, sighed T'nT, as she arrived home after a horrible day at the office.

Hubby was away on business and she had a whole stack of LFN episodes to watch over and over and over again!

She puttered around gleefully and was just settling down on the couch when the door burst open and a dark figure surged into her living room, black coat billowing behind him.

"HEY BUDDY-have you thought of KNOCKING?" She yelled. Then she saw him. She gulped.

"Michael" she breathed, a catch in the back of her throat. OH Gawd, she was wearing her ripped union suit with the back flap that hung open so her ass peeked out.

He didn't seem to notice. He clutched her arm.

"Help me," he whispered.

Her brain whirled. She licked her lips nervously.

"Ok", she stammered, "do you want a Rice Krispy Treat?"

He scowled. If I have to eat one more cheesy puff fishy treat I'll beg Ops to put me in abeyance. He shook his head.

Behind him, a familiar Australian voice screamed, "Get away from him you BITCH!"

T'nT jumped. There, in leather, stood Nikita, HK MP5 machine gun in one hand, "The New Our Bodies Ourselves" in another. "What the HELL are YOU doing here?" shrieked T'nT.

Nikita glared menacingly.

"You haven't written a sequel to `Agents and Other Strangers'", she hissed, "So I'm BACK-and I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Nikita," warned Michael sternly, "Get a hold of yourself!"

"She's a little confused," he whispered to T'nT, "First Loceff wrote her as a whining pinhead, then you injected her with feminism-and between all the other writers on the board-she doesn't know whether she's coming or going!"

Realization began to dawn on T'nT and she faced Nikita taunting, "If you think you're man enough, sister!" Her eyes narrowed, "HEY!-----you're wearing the leather jacket I just got at Henri Bendel in New York-GIVE IT BACK you COW!"

Nikita's lip curled. "Who's gonna make me?" She lifted her arm slowly and ran her hand through her hair, rolling her Cuban around to the other side of her mouth.

The sight of Nikita's braided pit hair was too much for T'nT. She screamed and swooned back against Michael, overcome by flashbacks from her radical college days.

Michael propped up her slumping form, noticing with interest that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Stop it, he told himself. He shook T'nT impatiently.

A shadow fell across the room and a whiny voice boomed out from behind Nikita,

"Move your FAT ASS Nikita--we can't see Michael!"

There, like avenging angels, stood Scoo and Ursula, whips in hand; Zzoo between them, her trusty Uzi locked and loaded.

Nikita tossed her head scornfully, "Oh yeah?" she sneered, "Who's gonna make me?"

As if on cue, Lorraine, 'chelle, Jane, Caro, Norma, Betsy, pbj, N507, Ranma, Kate, and Catsma appeared, all scantily clad, the wind whipping through their long, luxurious hair. Lined up behind them were the lurkers.

"Sisterhood is powerful, baby" grinned Zzoo, stroking the barrel of her Uzi.

Michael shook his head wearily as he lowered his scratched, bruised, paddled, spanked and whipped body onto the sofa.

I gotta ask for hazardous duty pay, he thought. Hmm, I wonder if T'nT gets the Playboy Channel------Ah.....hockey on ESPN! He sighed happily, ignoring the screams of the women who were now engaged in a free-for-all on T'nT's kitchen floor. After a few minutes he gazed silently at the melee, his green eyes glittering.

Yeah, he said to himself---I GOTTA get these chicks into JELLO wrestling!

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