Jim stuffed "Lisa" into a convenient plastic bag. As an afterthought, he grabbed a few other woman-skins at random. I'll sort them out later, he thought.
To his utter astonishment, Jim's exit from the mall was uneventful. Entirely. Not even a stray mall rent-a-cop!
(Jim thought that was even more suspicious than if something had happened. Oh well...)
In short order, he had arrived at Sharon's house, bag overflowing only slightly less than his erotically-charged overactive imagination. Sharon met him, smiling lopsidedly, at the door; she was wearing a bathrobe* and a towel.
"Jim!" she said, rubbing her wet hair, "Hi! What are you doing here? My party's not for six hours!"
Jim licked his lips nervously. "Honey," he began, "I've got something I need to show you..."
Puzzled, Sharon led him upstairs to her bedroom. There was a smell of jasmine and soaps, and the air was hot and damp with the residue of Sharon's recent bath. "What is it?" she asked.
Jim opened the bag and poured the contents on the bed. He rummaged for a moment, then produced Lisa's skin and face, and handed them to a wide-eyed Sharon. "I... I have a favor to ask you..." he stammered "Just for tonight... could you be Lisa?"
Staring disbelievingly at the flayed skin of Jim's old girlfriend in her hands, Sharon:
* Just an ordinary bathrobe. No stars, no moons, no general other mention of a little old man with a penchant for selling extremely annoying Magickal Artefactes. Got that? Just a bathrobe. Good. I'm glad we had this little chat.
Sun Dec 5 07:09:48 1999