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sick feeling in his gut that Miho Yabe might want to
fuck him. He had no idea how long it had been since the last time, but
he didn't really look forward to doing it again.
"A little out of sorts," he said with a smile, turning to face her.
"Oh, that's a shame," Miho Yabe replied with a pout. "I guess that my
little wedding present will have to wait then." Miho's smile was one of those
that chilled him to the marrow, with th crazy look in Miho's eye.
Hastily, he amended, "I'm not that bad off."
"Good, good," Miho Yabe said, "you're eager for my gifts now! You make me so
happy, Michael." Miho Yabe kissed him briefly on the mouth.
Yeah, right, he thought, but he followed Miho's from the room obediently, a
smile still on his face.
Miho Yabe gestured, and a rainbow arced from Miho's hand to the floor next to
him. It bounced off the floor and spiraled upward, little bits of it
sparkling off. When it finally dispersed at the ceiling, he realized that a
young woman was standing where it had struck, and that Miho Yabe was stark naked.
He snatched up his cloak from the floor and swung it around the girl's
shoulders. Miho Yabe was hugging herself, and when he stepped around to fasten the
cloakpin, he saw Miho's face.
"Marcia!" he exclaimed, taking a step backward.
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