I'm off to save my Ram-O..my wonderful wonderful...uhm...: 1/?
(hey, tamy. give me the new sign-up url to DT. which
page of yours is it or will it be on?)

"...through our will..."

Ah, the great sounds of my new "Winds of War" CD. Who
was playing it? Or maybe Jenn was blasting her stereo
again.

But wait a minute, the sounds were LIVE.

I opened my weary eyes to see John sitting by the side
of my Harem Clinic bed, lost in the music he was
playing on his guitar.

Keith was sitting up groovin' to the rhythm on the bed
next to mine.

Beautiful white roses rested in a crystal vase next to
the jug of lemon-juice touched water next to the tall
glass on the little table between our beds.

I knew the flowers weren't from Keith. He's sweet, but
doesn't feel secure enough to pick flowers for anyone.
Besides, these had "John Koviak" written all over
their soft little petals.

Ya gotta appreciate a musician that truly appreciates
his fans.

Keith grinned with relief. "You're awake."

John jerked and looked up. He blushed. "Oh...hi."

I smiled at him. "Thanks for the flowers and the live
performance."

He grinned. "You're welcome. I'm just glad to see that
you're okay." He narrowed his eyes a little. "You ARE
okay, aren't you?"

Oh great, a worrier. On HIM it's cute. No wonder
Jenn's got it deep.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Scared, but okay."

Keith immediately rushed to grab me into his arms.
"I'm so damned sorry..."

John got the hint and rose to leave. "If you need to
hear another song, you'll know where I'll be."

I grinned at him. "Then I better ask you next week."

He winked at me, no longer shy, at least for the
moment. "You know how Jenn is. She won't let me leave
until she's satisfied."

I winked back. "Like you MIND."

Chuckling, he gave me a little wave and left the
clinic.

Keith growled. "I don't like you two flirting with
each other."

I pushed him away. "Oh good GRIEF. You're being
ridiculous."

He glared at me, his eyes practically shooting flames.
"Don't flirt with other men when I'm around."

I glared right back and rose a fist to whack him good.
Then I realized that his emotions were out of whack.

I hugged him close, surprising him.

Soon, he relaxed and returned the sweet gesture.

*******

The Harem Ladies sipped cool drinks in the Lounge.

Lotor paced the floor.

"How do I tell her the terrible news, my Ladies?" he
desperately wanted to know.

"Just tell her, she can handle it," Tamy said, taking
another sip of rum punch.

Sammie-ma glared at her. "No, she's tender right now.
By the way...what are you drinking?"

Tamy held it out for her to sniff. "Just something
that one of the chefs threw together for me to sample.
You want a taste?"

Sammie-ma's eye rolled. "NO...thank you."

Tamy shrugged. "Okay...but you're missin' something
good."

Jenn shook her head slowly at them. "Wait a few days,
until she's herself again." She grinned. "John's songs
will have her back to normal in no time."

John stuck his head in. "It only took two songs for
her to wake up. I worked a miracle."

Lotor rolled his eyes. "Who let YOU in here? I'll have
them stripped and whipped."

Both Jenn and John ignored him as they left the room
together.

Lotor scowled. "Well, Ladies? Anyone have any other
suggestions?"
tbc!
sorry it's short but i gotta look up a url

I'm off to save my Ram-O 2/?: interesting
Sammie-ma was about to make another suggestion as to
how I should be told of Ram-O's relation to Zarkon
when a loud scream of pleasure echoed in the hallways.

The Ladies grinned at each other. John had earned his
full Harem privileges. Again.

Lotor scowled. He couldn't remember the last time that
HE had made Jenn scream like that.

"I'm going to walk in there and put a stop to it," he
muttered darkly, turning to walk out of the Lounge and
do just that.

Tia wagged a finger at him. "Uh-uh-uhhhhh," she said
musically, "leave them alone. You PROMISED."

Lotor frowned as he tried to remember this. He didn't.
"I made no such promise!"

Tamy blushed. "You were, uhm, busy at the time."

Lotor's frown deepened. "With YOU, I suppose."

Tamy gasped. "You don't REMEMBER?!" Briefly, she
cussed in her native Texan Twang.

Lotor winced. "No, no, Tamy....You misunderstand..."

Tears came to Tamy's eyes. She'd been under a bit of
stress lately (instead of under Gorjon) and it was
getting to her.

"I need a hug," she moaned.

Gorjon appeared in the doorway. "You rang, Mistress
Hot-Lips?"

Tamy glared at him. "I TOLD you never to call me that
in public!"

He smirked. "Oh, NUTS. I'm sorry."

Jenn screamed John's name. Twice.

Lotor exhaled. "THAT is IT..." He stormed out of the
room.

Gorjon faked a yawn. "Personally, I LIKE to hear a
woman scream my name."

Tamy threw a cushion at him.

He ducked. "Oh, you know I was just kidding."

Tamy "hmmmph"'d. "Where's my hug?"

Gorjon strode into the room. "It's here. Complete with
nuts."

"WILL YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT NUTS?!" the other Ladies
yelled as one.

Gorjon pouted. "What's wrong with my nuts? Don't you
ladies LIKE cashews?"

Tamy heaved a sigh, jumped up, grabbed him by the hand
and yanked him out of the room.

"I'LL give you cashews," she muttered nonsensically.

*******

Wearing only a loin cloth, Ram-O stood in front of the
dominatrix wanna-be dripping with sweat.

There were whip and chain and handcuff marks all over
his body.

But the redness in his eyes came from his sweat, not
from tears. He had yet to bend and break.

This weak female wouldn't even get him to whimper, but
he planned to stay in the Doom Castle as long as
possible...until I found him.

Poor Ram-O really just wanted to go home to the Harem.
But he'd bide his time and his patience.

The woman raised her whip. "Will you talk NOW, vile
thing?"

Ram-O restrained a laugh. The only thing stopping him
from taking control of the situation was the delay it
would cause in getting him home.

But that didn't mean that he was going to stand here
and take it forever.

Still...she WAS kind of cute. Just KIND of.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Do as you will," he
hissed.

The woman did just that.

Ram-O silently wished that I'd hurry.

****

Lotor flung Jenn's door open.

"I deMAND that this be stopped IMMEDIATELY—"

He broke off because the room was empty.

He was FURIOUS.

How DARE they not be here!

But where WERE they, then?
uhoh!
tbc!
nutbug
nitey nite

I'm off to save, blah blah blah, 3/?: Love is a weird and fascinating thing
Watch out for the innuendo at the end!

Keith asked me how I was feeling.

I smiled weakly. "DEFINITELY not as well as JENN."

He chuckled. "Yeah, Jenn's in a whole different world
at the moment. It must be great to be in love....oh,
damn, sorry, I forgot about Ram-O's feelings for
Moonie."

I winced. "It's tough when you don't hold your
beloved's soul in your heart. But I think he'd forgive
you, were he here."

His shoulders sagged. "Yeah...."

My eyebrows went up. "What did you mean by the way you
said that?"

He raised sad eyes to me. "When are you going to marry
me?"

My face went blank. "How many times are you going to
ask me that? I TOLD you, both of us are well-protected
here."

He shook his head almost violently. "It's not THAT!
It's...I just want to have you all to myself.
LEGALLY."

I shook my head defiantly. "You can't take me away
from here. This is my home. This is where my family
is. If we were to marry you would have to live here,
eventually. You don't want to throw away your career
for ME."

He grabbed my hands in his. "I mean to have you. I
want to see my ring on your finger. You don't know how
much you mean to me."

I scowled. "You just want the baby."

He gasped and I thought that he was going to slap me.
But he didn't. "I'd FORGOTTEN about that...No. It's
not about having a baby with you, though that WOULD be
great." He bowed his head, then raised it again.

There were tears in his eyes. "You don't understand
because I haven't said it right."

"Yeah, you're not exactly Shakespeare or John."

This surprised him. "John writes poetry?"

I smiled. He was in for a nicer suprise. "I quote:
'Now all that remains are our memories, and these
silent, silver symbols of our unity. I'll bring them
with me, into the battlefield of life, They will
survive both you and I—'"

Keith's jaw dropped. "THAT was beautiful. And I
accept."

"What the HELL are you talking about?"

He winked at me. "I know that you were hiding your
proposal in those words, that's why you chose them."

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" I broke free of his grip
and slowly slid off the bed.

"You don't WANT to marry me?" he asked in a mock hurt
tone.

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't SAY that! It's just not
NECESSARY!"

His eyes twinkled. "Good enough..."

As I watched he dug into one of his pockets and drew
out a beautiful plain gold band with a filagreed
raised leaf design on it. He held it high so that I
could see that it dangled from a thin gold rope chain
necklace.

"Wear this for a week and then let me know of your
decision."

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't blackmail me."

He shook his head slowly. "Making love with you
doesn't feel right anymore because we haven't
exchanged symbols of our unity. You know it's true;
you feel the same way. I'm not askin' for a big,
fancy-schmancy production or the traditional-roles
thing. I just want to have you, heart and soul. You
wouldn't even have to tell the others what we had
done."

"But you know that I WOULD."

"And they would be THRILLED."

I winced again. He was right. About EVERYTHING. We
would be bound to each other legally, but we each
could continue to live as we did now. We each had
certain appetites.

"I sense that you are weakening, my love," he
wise-cracked gently.

"I don't know, Keith. I was raised to think of
marriage in a certain way. I will admit that my views
have changed somewhat in the time that I've been here,
but..."

"Do you love me?"

"You KNOW that I do!"

"DO YOU LOVE ME?"

"Yes, dammit, YES."

He went down on one knee. "Then come back to Earth
with me and let's do it."

"That won't be recognized HERE."

"But it WILL be RESPECTED. Come ON."

My head fell backwards. I stared at the ceiling.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit...don't DO this to me! I love
Lotor too."

He nodded respectfully. "In a different way. And you'd
still wear HIS ring."

"I'd be a bigamist!"

"That won't be recognized HERE."

"But it WOULD be respected."

He shook his head. "No it wouldn't."

"DAMN you."

He grinned. "Well, where's your sense of adventure?
Did Lotor take it away from you?"

"I HATE you, do you know that?!"

He nodded. "I know. I hate you too. Are you coming
back with me or not? You'd be back before they'd even
realize that you were gone."

I grimaced as I looked down at him. I WANTED to,
but...should I or not?

****

Sammie-ma put down her glass of fruit juice and
frowned.

"What's wrong, Ma?" A concerned Moonie asked her.

Sammie-ma wondered whether or not to tell her and the
other Ladies what Keith and I had discussed. A few
seconds later she decided not to. My conscience would
help me tell them myself.

She shook her head. "This juice isn't cold enough,
that's all."

Moonie nodded. "I'll get you some ice. I was getting
up, anyway."

As she left the Lounge Sammie's eyes met Kat's and the
latter knew the former was lying.

But neither said a word; they merely acknowledged each
other with a nod.

Then Sammie returned to sipping her juice and Kat
returned to reading her book.

Tamy looked from one to the other. What the HELL was
going on? Had the entire Harem gone NUTS?

*****

Jenn and John tumbled about in a patch of roses in the
Harem Gardens.

"It's so peaceful here," John noted, plunking a
fragrant bloom in Jenn's hair.

She grinned. "Not for much longer, if Sammie finds out
we're in one of her rose patches."

He grinned lazily. "I'd protect you."

She stroked his ear. "I know."

He suddenly rolled over so that she was the one on
top. "Y'know, suddenly I'm exhausted."

She grabbed a bunch of rose petals and rained them
down on his face. "Too bad..."

He inhaled the soft sweet fragrance...then fell
asleep.

He really was tired.

Jenn scowled, then shrugged. "Oh well."

She snuggled against him then, safe and secure, fell
asleep as well.

****

Lotor stopped short some distance away. He folded his
arms across his chest.

"HMPH. I'm TIRED of this boy always coming here and
taking my Jenn away from me!"

He had a decision to make. If he told Sammie that
someone was in one of her rose patches, she'd be sad
and silently bemoan it. If he DIDN'T tell her, she
might think it a loose animal had been in it.

BUT, if he told her WHO was in the rose patch, she
might yell at John and Lotor would have an excuse to
banish him from the Harem forever.

But THEN, Jenn would have HIM banished. She didn't
have the official power to, but that wouldn't matter.

He scowled. What was he to do?

*****

Zarkon sat upon his throne sipping from a glass of red
Doom wine. He glanced at Haggar, who sat nearby
stroking her crystal ball for no good reason that
Zarkon could think of.

"How goes it, Haggar?"

Haggar scowled. "Not well, I'm afraid. Lotor is
brooding over Jenn again, that slave is developing
feelings for Mistress Rava, that musician and Jenn are
whoopying it up in a rose patch, the Ladies are
relaxing, and you'll love THIS, sire, Keith and the
bitch-mistress MAY be getting married."

Her eyes gleamed. "Should I inform the Princess?"

Zarkon thought about it. "No. It will be more
interesting when she finds out herself." He looked at
her again. "Replace the Mistress. I don't want Ram-O
to think about ANYTHING but obeying me."

Haggar nodded. "Consider it done, sire."

****

Rava couldn't the fact that Ram-O was refusing to bow
down to her. He was a ROCK, proud and strong and...

She bowed her head. He was something else, too. NOT
that she hadn't seen THAT a million times, but now it
was different.

She wanted to take him on.

And he wanted her to take him on.

This wasn't good.

But it WOULD be.

She looked up into his eyes.

He raised his head a little and looked at her
disdainfully, like the prince he really was.

"WELL?" he demanded, making her cringe.

She kept her eyes on his as she walked towards him.
She had yet to back down from a challenge.

Ram-O was going to be the biggest one that she had
ever faced.
oh my
tbc
nutbug

I'm off, blah blah: Wedding Bells...NOT: very Short
Keith held on to my hand as we ran through the Castle
hallways towards the nearest spaceport.

I still hadn't said yes. He was taking me to a
location on Earth that he refused to name so we could
have a few days to ourselves, or so he said.

I knew he hoped that this would help convince me. I
was just going along with it because I was in the mood
for adventure.

And having him all to myself for a few days wouldn't
be BAD.

A few minutes later we were surprised to see Jenn and
John getting into a spaceship.

Keith tried, but couldn't stop himself from yelling.

"HALT!"

John was helping Jenn get in and nearly involuntarily
let go of her. He glared at the now-blushing Keith.

"What are you tryin' to DO, man? Keep it DOWN!"

Keith briefly bowed his head. "Sorry, man...you two
surprised us."

Jenn looked at the ring-on-a-chain around my neck and
winked at me. "This means you two are finally going to
tie the knot, huh?"

I too blushed and bowed my head. "No...I didn't say
yes..."

Jenn glared at me, putting her hands on her hips.
"What the HELL are you waiting for? A natural
disaster? Do it NOW, while you're young!"

John squeezed her shoulders. "Jenn, maybe she's just
not ready yet."

She pursed her lips, but not for a kiss. "They ACT
like a married couple, they might as well make it
legal."

Keith blushed again, but he was grinning.

John shook his head slowly. "Give her some time. She's
not just going to jump into it."

"Whose side are you ON?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

Of course, Lotor appeared, and, of course, he did it
quietly.

"NO ONE's getting married!" he declared from the open
entrance.

John and Keith's eyes seemed to shoot daggers at him.

He ignored both of them. "Gina. Jenn. Return to your
chambers AT ONCE. I will NOT have you two go—what is
that called—AWOL on me."

Jenn raised a whip from out of nowhere. "We were NOT
going AWOL! We'd've come back soon!"

I was about to add my own comments when a panting Tamy
shoved Lotor aside to see what was going on.

"You....two...all...you..can't!"

"REAL good, Tam," Lotor muttered.

She glared at him. "Leave...me alone."

I shook my head slowly. "We can't have ANY fun around
here..."

Tam wiggled a finger at me. "YOU...You behave
yourself. You...go back to your room. Keith, you..you
go home. You too, John."

John and Keith protested as one: "But we're getting
married!"

"WHAT?!!" Jenn and I, surprised for different reasons,
yelled as one.

Both young men bowed their heads.

"I was gonna ask you," John muttered.

"I knew you were going to say yes eventually," Keith
muttered.

Jenn and I exchanged exasperated "Men are SUCH idiots"
looks.

Tamy didn't quite know what to make of this. She
didn't want to spoil things, but there WAS such a
thing as courtesy. Jenn and I should have told
everyone else that we were leaving Doom for a while...

But then again, telling would have spoiled the
spontaneity of it. Despite my complaint, we of the
Harem WERE allowed to have fun. LOTS of it. LOADS of
it. As much as we could stand and then some.

She looked at Lotor for guidance, but he was busy
brooding and was therefore of no help at the moment.

She sighed. "All right, then....go and have some fun.
But NO marriages...at least not YET. Okay?"

Four heads bobbed in promises and then she and Lotor
were left alone.

Lotor mumbled in Drulean. Tamy understood every word
of it, but wisely kept quiet.

She grinned as a thought came to her. "HEY." She
lightly bopped his arm. "Why don't we go into the
kitchen and see what's left of the strawberry pie?"

Slowly, he grinned.

"Come ON." She grabbed his hand.

He laughingly allowed himself to be dragged off.

*******

Mistress Reva and Ram-O were all over each other on
the floor.

With every touch and gesture, their budding feelings
for each other revealed themselves a little more.

His memories of Moonie got shoved to a little corner
of his mind and the ones he had of me got shoved into
another.

Every other memory got shoved into another corner.

It was kind of a shame that Haggar felt the need to
break things up.

She burst into the room with a cavalcade of guards
that forced and kept them apart.

Quick magic spells blinded them so that they couldn't
see each other as Reva was forcibly taken out of the
room.

Other magic spells pummeled his body with painful jabs
that left him weak.

And then, it ended as suddenly as it had begun.

Ram-O was on his knees, in pain and alone.

He crumpled to the ground and fought the urge to burst
into frustrated and desolate tears.



Awwwwww....but not for long!
tbc and nitey nite!

I'm off to save my Ram-O.....blah, blah, blah: Tame and short
Mistress Reva angrily paced the walls of her Doom
Dungeon.

"How DARE they separate us! Do not worry, my darling
Prince, I shall find a way to escape and then you and
I shall be together forever."

*****

The object of her affections lay curled in a fetal
ball in another Doom Dungeon.

Ram-O's attempts to escape had failed. He had been
recaptured, severely beaten, and then thrown into this
dungeon carelessly.

Zarkon wanted him to be so broken that he would BEG
him to let him live by serving only him.

But Ram-O's loyalty was unfaultingly to his Doom Harem
Mistress. He was happily sworn to it and would die for
it.

However...Mistress Reva was testing his resolve. He
wanted to go back to the Harem, but he did not want to
return without her.

She was inspiring him to forget about his love for
Mistress Moonsilk as well, something he did not
believe was EVER possible.

"Reva.....I will NOT give up. Soon we shall be
together forever...."

He fell into a fitful sleep.

******

"WHAT?!!!!!!!!!"

Several Harem Guards went flying across the room.

Rameses rushed to restrain me.

"Mistress, Mistress! Calm yourself!"

I tore out of his grip. "Are you INSANE?! Why wasn't I
told this BEFORE?!!!!"

Lotor hung his head. "You were recovering. We didn't
want to make things worse for you."

Remy grabbed me again. "MISTRESS."

"What the HELL do YOU want, slaveman?!"

Remy winced. He HATED being called that.

Lotor raised his head. "There is nothing that you can
do about the blood relationship between Zarkon and
Ram-O..."

I glared at him as if he were a complete idiot.

"You LIKE the fact that YOUR COUSIN is one of my
slaves?!!!"

Lotor opened his mouth to speak then wisely closed it
again.

Remy squeezed my upper arms.

"What if I MARRIED him?!!!!"

Lotor scowled and opened his mouth again. "I didn't
know about it either, so you can't put any of this on
ME."

I cursed in my native tongue, then tore out of Remy's
grip again and stormed out of the room.

Lotor heaved a sigh. "Give her time."

Remy shook his head. "The more time we waste, the more
time she has to beat Zarkon to mush. Us to, if we dare
to get in her way."

Lotor scowled again. "But get in her way we MUST."

They exchanged nods.

"Let's GO," Lotor said VERY aggresively.

They rushed off in the opposite direction from where I
had gone.
Uh-oh!
nutbug


Subj: I'm off to save my Ram-O: next bit
Date: 10/23/99 10:38:03 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: peanutbug@yahoo.com (peanutbug)
To: DenubianTales@listbot.com

Denubian Tales - http://www.oocities.org/Area51/Nebula/6551/

Knowing me as well as he did, Rameses stopped me at
the doorway that separated the Harem from Zarkon's
throne room.

"Get the HELL out of my way," I blazed, clenching my
fists, silently cursing the lack of my twelve-foot
Dynamo Whip.

Remy held up his hands. "Mistress, you can NOT go
storming into the Castle like this. Wait. Let me find
some men to go with us."

I continued to blaze. "WHAT 'us'? I'm doing this
alone. I can take Zarkon on, I'm not afraid of Fish
Face. I'm going to save Ram-O. AND by the WAY, why
wasn't I told about Zarkon being Ram-O's nephew MUCH
earlier! Like WHEN HE CAME HERE! What the HELL is
WRONG with everyone? Didn't they KNOW? What if he and
I had had that child?!!!"

Remy winced and put up his palms in the "peace"
gesture. "We didn't know. NONE of us knew. Why won't
you believe me—"

A brush of air; then Haggar appeared nearby.

I rolled my eyes. "I was just WAITING for you to show
up."

She cackled. "Your former slave is HAPPY where he is.
He's even found love. He has forgotten about you, the
Ladies, and his formerly precious Moonsilk. Go back to
your, ahem, duties, Lady Bitch."

"Yeah RIGHT." I pushed aside the fact that ever since
I flung Zarkon across his throne room, she's hated me.
Maybe I should have flung HER instead.

She narrowed her eyes. "THAT, you will NEVER be able
to do."

I leaned forward abruptly, causing her to gasp and
take a step backwards. "Don't BET on it, witch. And
get the HELL out of my way. The day I believe that
Ram-O's happy serving his PRECIOUS uncle Zarkon, is
the day that I give up my duties, rank and men for one
day."

She beamed. "Would you care to bet on that?"

I became suspicious. "I WOULD. For ONE day, if you're
right, you'll be the Paddle Queen."

She stuck out her hand for me to shake. "If YOU'RE
right, I'll stay away from the Harem for one month."

I narrowed my eyes. "That's a big concession." I shook
her hand as quickly as possible.

She cackled again and stepped aside. "THAT'S because
I'M right. See for yourself. I'll even transport you
there."

Remy grabbed my wrist. "Me too."

Haggar shrugged. "Whatever."

She mumbled a quick spell, raised her hands up and
out, and all went black for a few seconds.

***********

Ram-O, chained and handcuffed and for once NOT
enjoying it, was brought to and shoved in front of his
uncle by way of Lotor's mother.

Zarkon laughed deviously. "WELCOME, Prince Romulus."

Ram-O sneered. "If it were at all possible, DEAR
uncle, you would be dead and *I* would be seated on
the throne of my planet."

Zarkon stopped laughing. "You DARE to insult me in my
own Castle?! You forget, you are not a Prince here,
you are just--WERE just--the slave of the one
insignificant person that I would CHERISH drawing and
quartering MYSELF--and WOULD have if I hadn't been
interrupted by her loverboy and her 'sisters'."

Ram-O smiled coldly. "YOU forget, she threw you across
this very room. I've heard ALL about THAT. And it was
well deserved, I might add."

Zarkon pointed the business end of his staff at him.
"Impertinent, arrogant piece of refuse--I should kill
you myself, but you would be avenged."

Ram-O shrugged. "I didn't say that I was still loyal
to the Harem, DID I?"

Zarkon relaxed visibly. "And Mistress Moonsilk? How do
you feel about my little pleasure-treasure?"

Ram-O grinned deviously. "She's all yours. I wish only
to be with Reva."

Zarkon couldn't believe his ears. He thought that he
was dreaming.

"WELL then, Romulus, why don't you and I go visit
her?" He put down the staff and signaled the nearby
Guards to pick him up.

Seconds later, he and Ram-O walked out of the throne
room towards where Mistress Reva was being held.

If they had gone another way, they might have seen me
and Remy in hiding.

******

Remy's fists were clenched. He was very, very angry.

"I KNEW he would turn on us! I KNEW he's a traitor!"
he hissed.

He cursed in his native tongue.

I forced his fists open. "Calm DOWN. I KNOW him. He
HATES Zarkon. THIS way, things'll be easier for him.
Remember, Zarkon's more stupid ego than anything
else."

Remy thought about this. "Are you CERTAIN?"

I nodded. "I had BETTER be. The mere THOUGHT of Haggar
in any of my attire disgusts me to the point of
regurgitation."

He restrained a chuckle. "All right then. Let's follow
at a safe distance—"

I put up a hand. "No. I'LL follow. YOU keep an eye on
things here. I think that Zarkon's going to pass back
through here, to show his new 'lovematch' off to
Lotor. I'll keep in touch."

Before he could even think of a reply I set off.

God, I HOPED I was right.


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ARGH! Greg's back!!!!
I lay on my tummy on the floor of the Lounge reading
my dog-eared copy of The Stand.

The windows were open, letting in the flower-scented
cool breeze.

In the distance I could hear some of the other Ladies
playing volleyball with some of the Slaves.

Sammie-ma wasn't with them; she was puttering around
in the garden fixing the patch of roses that she
didn't know Jenn and John had, ahem, disturbed some
time earlier during their romp.

A soft knock on the open door interrupted this perfect
day.

I scowled and rolled over. "Who is—YOU!"

Former Chief of the Harem Guard Gregorious WhatEVERous
stood in the doorway, grinning a grin that didn't
reach his eyes.

"Good to see YOU, too."

I got up. "What the HELL do YOU want? Aren't you
supposed to be DEAD? Maybe I should pinch you to see
if you're a ghost."

He leered. "I wish you WOULD."

I heaved a sigh. I was more or less alone in here. The
Ladies were outside and Lotor was on another "business
meeting", which meant that he was on a mission to see
which new planet he could rape, plunder and pillage.

Or was that just the women?

"I still want Jenn, y'know. I dream of having her legs
wrapped around me...and you are going to help me do it
or else I'll kill you. No one's here to fight for or
with you. Ram-O's on Doom and I've sent your other
slaves away—"

He stopped when he saw the blaze in my eyes.

"Oh, come ON, they NEED a vacation—"

That was IT.

I dropped the book and went for his neck.

He took a step backwards. "Maybe we can negotiate
this—"

My grip silenced him.

Seconds later, we were fighting and tumbling on the
thickly carpeted floor.

**********

I walked into the Dungeons carefully: Greg had hurt my
left knee pretty badly.

Behind me, a Harem Guard carried his unconscious body
over one shoulder.

(This very attractive guard's ears were almost
literally burning. A few moments ago he had told me
that Greg had bribed the Guards that had been with
Lotor and had carried him off to kill him.

I had told Cutey-Pie to tell his boss where to go in
not-very-nice words and tones.)

I greeted the Maintainer of the Dungeons with a nod.

He nodded to me, then to the Guard, then pointed to an
empty cell.

******
Greg landed on the floor of the cell with a THUMP.

The Guard restrained a chuckle as he locked the cell
and gave the key back to the Maintainer.

"Throw away the key, and all copies of the key," I
told the Maintainer, who nodded and bowed.

The Guard and I turned to leave.

"Are you CERTAIN that he cannot escape?" he asked me.

I nodded. "All of the cells have be remade to my,
Jenn's, and Tamy's strict specifications. Not even
Superman could break out."

He raised an eyebrow. "Who's 'Superman'?"

I shook my head slowly. "Nevermind. Hey, you have a
few more free minutes, how about playing some v-ball
with us?"

He nodded. "Sounds GREAT. I haven't played in YEARS,
not since I left my home planet. I was a star athlete
there."

I raised an eyebrow. "REALLY?"

He beamed. "REALLY. Hey, I'll race you."

He took off, laughing all the way.

I quickly caught up to him, to his surprise and
pleasure.

"You KNOW," he said, "This could be the beginning of a
BEAUtiful friendship..."

I looked him over. "MAYbe...MAYbe..."

uhoh!
(dramatic music)
Will Greg escape?
Will there indeed be a "beautiful friendship"?
Will Lotor rape, pillage and plunder?
Who'll win the volleyball game?
Will Keith find out about me and the Harem Guard?
Time will tell!!!!
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Greg's back, argh, next bit
Rameses and I and the Harem guard slept well that
night.

When I woke up I wanted a glass of water with a dash
of lemon juice in it, so after slowing washing up and
taking a bath, I, filled with nice cool visions of
sipping nice cool zingy-ness, tiptoed over to the
locked doors.

"La la laaaa, la la laaaaa...."

WAIT a minute.

The doors were CLOSED????

And LOCKED??????

"Dammit," I whispered, tiptoeing over to a cabinet to
grab the key.

The key didn't work, which FIGURED.

I didn't check the windows. Whoever had changed the
lock on the door had probably changed the locks on the
windows too.

But just in case....I tiptoed over to check.

Yep, they'd been changed.

"Dammit!" I hissed.

We were locked in. How was I going to warn the others
that Greg was alive and well?????

**********

Someone slid a plate of lightly buttered lightly
toasted bread under the door.

I didn't trust it. I preferred to let my stomachgrumble rather than risk my life.

The Harem Guard wasn't as cautious. He practically
inhaled the toast.

Remy and I watched in disgust. Had he no class, no
manners, no dignity or bearing?

Seconds later I sensed a change come over the Guard
and wondered what and who had poisoned him.

He trembled, he moaned, he bent over grabbing his
stomach...then he stood up, his eyes flashed, and he
ran over to his clothes and grabbed his communicator.

Remy knew what he was going to do before he did it and
rushed to stop him.

But it was too late.

The Guard said, calm as calm can be, into his
communicator: "This is Parker. Mistress Gina's been
poisoned by some chemically-affected toast. She's
insane. Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT believe anything that
she says. Parker out."

Remy grabbed him, shook him, then proceeded to beat
him to pulp.

"How DARE you say that! Take it back! TAKE IT
BACK!!!!"

Parker breathed in his face. He beat him harder.

Shaken, shocked, I sat down on the edge of my bed.

What NOW?

"Oh, if only Lotor were here....."

**********

The Ladies were surprised that I wasn't in the Lounge
waiting for them.

A Guard explained: "She's sick. She ate some poisoned
toast. She's talking nonsense, so don't believe
anything that she says."

Sarah stepped forward. "Well, I need to see her! She
needs to be examined."

The Guard bowed and nodded. "Certainly, Mistress
Doctor. But remember my warning."

*********

One of the Guards that Greg had bribed opened my doors
for the Ladies.

Remy blushed and dropped Parker.

I looked at them listlessly.

"You look fine to ME," Sarah said, grabbing some gear
from her pockets and coming over.

"PARKER ate the toast," I mumbled, wincing as she drew
some blood.

"She LIES," Remy said, surprising everyone; Remy
rarely lies.

Sarah looked into my eyes and knew that I spoke the
truth, but decided to humor Remy.

"Really?" She quirked an eyebrow and hid the small
test tube of my blood.

Remy nodded. "I was dealing with Parker when she did."

The other Ladies exchanged looks. Remy rarely
lied...was he lying NOW, or was he NOT lying....they
were confused.

"Give me that test tube," Remy demanded.

Sarah handed it to Kat. "Get it to my secret lab,
NOW."

Kat ran like hell out of the room.

Remy growled and ran after her.

I closed my eyes and shook my head slowly. "Greg's
alive," I muttered. "He's in the Dungeons."

"WHAT!!!!!" The others said as one in shock.

I nodded. "Better check it out."

******

Jenn and Tamy strode through the Dungeons looking for
Greg.

Of course, he wasn't there, and the Dungeon Master
said that he hadn't seen him.

The two Ladies exchanged looks. WAS I crazy?
uhoh
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Greg, argh, a quickie bit
Kat wisely decided to save her energy for running
instead of screaming.

Remy's finely tuned body kept him close behind her.

Luckily for her, Sarah's secret lab was close by.

Now, if she could only get some distance between her
and the madman behind her....

Suddenly a brush of air touched her cheeks. Before she
could even think to say anything it passed her and
somehow caused Remy to trip.

He fell on his finely tuned rear, PLOP-THUD.

Kat heaved a loud sigh of relief and ran a little
faster.

Seconds later she saw the entrance to the secret lab,
a wall with a crack in it. It looked like any crack
one might find in a wall, but if one had Kat's secret
ability to X-ray walls, one would see that he or she
could pass his or her hand through the crack and find
the electronic switch that would open the wall-door.

Kat smiled as she did just that and entered the room.

But if she had looked to her left before entering the
room, she would have seen a p-oh'd Greg glaring at
her.

He narrowed his eyes. Mistress Kat wasn't going to
live the day out alive if HE could help it.

Looking both ways before he did so, he approached the
door, listened, and when satisfied that he was alone
in the hallway, he too found the switch and entered
the room.

But he WASN'T alone in the hallway.

Ram-O stood a little ways off, arms folded across his
chest, a blaze in his eyes.

He had fought his way back from Doom to kill the
traitor.

'You killed my child and nearly killed my Mistress,'
he thought, and the blaze briefly intensified.

"I shall NOT rest until your ashes are destroyed in
the Harem fireplace," he whispered.

He unfolded his arms, raised a hand, then snapped his
fingers authoritatively.

Behind the wall, the switch engaged and the door
opened.

"I will save you, Mistess Kat," he murmured before
entering the room.
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