"Are you feeling all right?" she asked from directly behind him in a terribly sweet voice."Are you feeling all right?" she asked from directly behind him in a terribly sweet voice. He got a sick feeling in his gut that she 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," she replied with a pout. "I guess that my little wedding present will have to wait then." Her smile was one of those that chilled him to the marrow, with th crazy look in her eye. Hastily, he amended, "I'm not that bad off." "Good, good," she said, "you're eager for my gifts now! You make me so happy, Michael." She kissed him briefly on the mouth. Yeah, right, he thought, but he followed her from the room obediently, a smile still on his face. She gestured, and a rainbow arced from her 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 she was stark naked. He snatched up his cloak from the floor and swung it around the girl's shoulders. She was hugging herself, and when he stepped around to fasten the cloakpin, he saw her face. "Marcia!" he exclaimed, taking a step backward. "Mike?" she asked hesitantly. "Do you like my gift, Obsidian?" Facade asked, batting her long eyelashes and smiling dangerously. He tore his eyes from Marcia's terrified face long enough to shoot a smile at his wife. |