Dakotah: Chapter 3 (For Real This Time)

Mika's Notes: Thank you, Robin, for pointing out that I'm a dork that can't count to three...  Glad you're enjoying btw.

As far as warnings, well, Sierra's a practicing witch, so if that sort of thing bothers you, she performs a ritual in this scene.  Other than that, this chapter is pretty mild compared to the last one...  LOL

The sound of rustling forest green silk followed her around the room as she prepared her sacred space. Dakotah had allotted her an empty room to set up her altar and so she could perform her rituals in peace and safety. She’d decorated it in earth tones so, no matter what the sabbat, her altar decorations wouldn’t clash with her décor. Ostara, Lammas, or Samhain, it all worked together. And she preferred it that way: simple and functional.

For the first time since she'd moved in a year ago, she was thankful for his generosity. At first, she’d refused, told him it was unnecessary, all she needed was a quiet corner somewhere, but now, now she understood. Sierra also knew that he understood as well; he’d suspected she’d need a safe zone, somewhere she could truly be out of harm's way. She could work her magic and be confident in it, and she needed all the confidence, concentration and strength she had for this next act. Setting the last candle in place, she surveyed her setup and nodded in approval.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped within the circle of candles and steeled her nerves. You have to do this, Sierra, she insisted. He's overstepped his boundaries again. You don't want to have to bind him, do you? Her inner mother continued to coerce her, working in full guilt mode. "No," she mumbled, "I don't want to do that. Not yet." Despite his mistakes of the night before, she knew that somewhere in the demon there was a man who loved her. Somewhere. “Not ever, if I can help it.”

Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, Sierra grounded herself, making peace with the earth, borrowing its power. Focusing her thoughts, she drew the Earth’s energy into her, felt it course through her veins, reaching out to her extremities. Enjoying the ebb and flow of the energy for a moment, she held her breath and slowly released it. Opening her eyes, she prepared to cast her circle, readying herself for the next step.

Feeling the Earth’s life force flowing through her, she approached her altar. Taking a small bowl of sea salt, she walked the perimeter of her circle, sprinkling the salt, blessing it with the power of the Earth, effortlessly repeating a chant she'd used for years. Next, she took up a burning stick of her favorite incense and walked the circle again, repeating her chant and blessing the circle with the element of Air. She continued with a red candle for the element of fire and finished with a small bowl of water. Placing the water back on her altar, she picked up her wand of sterling silver and moonstone and coaxed the energy within her to move through her body, down her arm, and into the wand. Concentrating the energy into a sort of ray, she sealed her circle.

Sierra visibly relaxed knowing that no one, not even the Vampire, could cross the circle she'd created. She could now take her time and do what she needed to do. She sat cross-legged on the floor at the center of her circle. Again, she grounded and centered her thoughts, emotions, and energies. When she felt calm enough to continue, she began to build a shield around her. She was determined to keep him from hurting her again.

Once her psychical and psychic shields were in place, she said a quick prayer to Brighid, her patron goddess. She was going to need every aspect of her patron goddess to help her save whatever it was she had left. Goddess of the hearth, creativity, inspiration, love and protection, every aspect her Goddess represented was an area she needed blessings in. Sierra was going to need to be creatively inspired soon, or her hearth, love and safety were going to be gone.

***

Stirring restlessly in his subterranean bed, Dakotah could physically feel the sun reach the horizon. His restlessness eased as it began to slip below the surrounding mountains. He sat up on the edge of the bed ready to face the evening before him. Stretching, he was grateful he slept in a death-like slumber for the bed he'd put down in the cellar was very uncomfortable. However, it served its function and that was what mattered at the moment.

He dressed quickly and went in search of his love, intent on apologizing and making things up to her. His actions had become clear to him as he came to wakefulness this evening. He was appalled and ashamed and was prepared to beg her forgiveness. He only hoped that she’d be generous enough to give him another chance.

Dakotah was more than aware he was running low on chances these days.

***

She wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. He paused to think where she might be. Her truck was still in the driveway so she couldn't have gone far. The scent of burning candles tickled his nose and brought him his answer. She was in a ritual of some sort. Worried that he'd missed one of her holidays, he quickly checked the calendar. Nope, he still had one more day. What was she doing then? He decided that it was her business and not his; he’d busy himself with some household chores until she was done. It invited some dangerous wrath to disturb her.

He was in the middle of mopping the kitchen floor when she appeared. Still dressed in her green silk ritual robe, she was the picture of a Celtic goddess come to earth. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders and down her back, catching the light and playing games with it. Constantly in awe of her simple beauty, he stood there just smiling and admiring her. He started when she cleared her throat, looking at him.

"Evening, Sierra. Have a good day?" He moved near her. She ignored him. "Look, I'm sorry. Let's discuss this." He reached his arms out to her. "I know I got out of control..." his voice trailed off as he felt the resistance, a force pushing him away from her. Gentle but insisting. "What did you do?" he whispered, afraid.

"I put up a ward and a shield. I want to keep you away from me. I know what you did wasn't planned or intentional, but that doesn't mean that I have to put up with it." She took a steadying breath and looked into his eyes. "I don't deserve it and I refuse to take any more chances with my safety.”

"You're right, you don't deserve to be treated so badly or thoughtlessly.” He held his arms out, palms up, hoping she’d come nearer. “Let me hold you and make amends. I've said I was sorry, what more do you want from me?"

"Sorry is sorry.” She held her hands up, waving him away. “That’s exactly what you said last time you hurt me. Back when you promised it wouldn't happen again. You lied. You were wrong. It’s obvious you can’t control yourself, even when you try. You can't blame me for wanting to protect myself."

"No, I can't, but this is ridiculous.” He lowered his hands to his sides, gripping fistfuls of denim between his fingers. “I can't get within three feet of you without feeling uncomfortable. Don't you think that's a bit much?"

"Sorry. I sure don't. My safety is first and foremost."

"Then leave. If I can't be near you then I don't want you here. I may have made the mistake, but this is still my home. Good-bye." He turned his back and walked out of the kitchen; he didn’t, he couldn’t let her see the fear in his eyes. The knowledge that she was right and that he was going to pay.

Sierra stood still, shocked. Had he really just thrown her out? This wasn’t what she’d wanted nor expected. All she’d planned was to keep him away until he was back to himself, back to taking his tea every night. Four, five days at the most, and then she’d release the wards. She’d planned on being careful, keeping them both safe, but not alienating him completely. Sighing, she resigned herself to getting dressed. She'd go stay with her sister for the night and come back tomorrow and talk to him. Maybe.

***

He kept his face hidden until he heard the front door slam and her truck leave the drive. Swallowing the urge to chase after her, he left the library and put his boots on. Her scent filled his senses. It took all he had to keep from breaking down. He had to see Tyler and find out what was going on with him.

Dakotah: Chapter 2

Mika's Notes: Some bad language, sex, and an unspeakable topic (for me anyway, so what do I do? I write about it... *sigh*)...

The Animal was still strong within him when he returned home. He was almost completely in thrall to his blood lust, the beast in control of his thoughts and feelings. The stolen blood rushed wildly about his veins, warming him and enticing him. He could smell her the instant he entered the house. She had such a sweet and sultry scent about her. His little redheaded witch was sometimes much too irresistible for her own good. The vampire was so close to her that he could taste her sweetness on his lips, on his tongue, in his mouth.

It was late and he knew immediately where he'd find her; her schedule was like clockwork. Sniffing the air, he followed her freshly washed smell down the hallway to the bedroom they 'shared'. Her scent filled the air just as her calm heartbeat filled his ears.

Opening the door, he saw her. She lay curled up on her side of the bed sound asleep, dressed in an old T-shirt of his, a favorite of hers. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, revealing the innocent white cotton of her bikini briefs. One bare foot hung over the edge of the mattress, dangling in the warm night air.

As he surveyed her tanned skin, he felt his teeth grow once more. A different sort of lust began to consume him this time. He'd always been fascinated with her toes, so small and fat, so out of synch with the rest of her. And her legs were perfection; although she wasn't tall, her legs were long and muscular, well toned from years of yoga and running. Her round hips swelled and merged into a small waist, almost too small, even for one as petite as she. Firm, healthy breasts rose and fell with the rhythm of her breath, pushing his restraint to its limits. Blood pulsed slowly through the veins in her long, beautiful neck. Her lips were pushed out in a precious pout as she slept, eyelids closed over her deep blue eyes. Wild red hair covered the pillow beneath her head.

Desire consuming him completely, Dakotah hastily pulled his Polo over his head and tossed it onto the floor. In an incredible act of balance and coordination perfected over the years, he tugged his boots off his feet while standing. Without a second thought, he popped the button open on his jeans and pushed them down his legs and onto the floor. He didn't bother removing his socks before climbing into bed, fangs and erection both fighting for control of his brain.

He snuggled up to her back, one arm reaching around her waist, running lightly over her taut belly. Sierra smiled in her sleep and snuggled back against him comfortably. Unable to resist, he kissed her bare throat and she moaned lightly, dreaming of him. He kissed her a second and third time, more frantic each time. Biting his bottom lip, he slid his hand down into the front of her panties. His fingers slipped through the tangle of fiery hair and between her legs. Sierra squirmed and moaned, dreaming of him doing things he knew she loved. He buried his face in her neck and errant hair, inhaling her scent.

Moving of their own accord, Dakotah's fingers slid inside his lover's body; Sierra's eyes flew open, startled, confused. "Kotie, honey?" she asked shakily.

Shh, quiet, he spoke into her mind.

"Honey, I'm tired. I... I need to get some sleep... busy day tomorrow..."

Making room for her, he pulled her down onto her back and straddled her waist. "Quiet!" he demanded, tearing at her panties, ripping the thin cotton easily.

She started to object, struggling against his hold, until she looked into his eyes. His normally calm, but often troubled, blue eyes were gone, consumed by a red fire burning deep within his soul. Terrified, she shut her mouth and gave herself over to him. She knew better than to test his restraint at a time like this. With a man like this, there was a thin line between hungry for love and just plain hungry. And he’d crossed that line tonight with a giant leap and a bound.

He forced her legs open with one hand. Positioning himself above her, he roughly buried himself inside her. A frightened squeak escaped her before she could stop it. She heard him growl before shutting her up with a forceful kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth over and over again, exploring her as he thrust himself deeper into her. Fear and worry overcame her; she fought the urge to struggle, knowing it'd only make things worse. You don’t anger an already mad animal. That would only cause him to turn violent. That was something she hoped to never see again. Something she swore she'd never put up with again.

Dakotah released his hold on her mouth. Panting, he licked the sweaty length of her neck. Shivers raced up her spine. When he took her blood, it was always in an intimate setting, almost always during their lovemaking. Before, she'd tried to let him partake of her when he felt the need, but, after losing control one night, he swore he'd never drink from her again. She'd slyly convinced him it was okay at times like this, knowing she got as much out of it as he did. But tonight.... would he go too far? Would he remember to stop?

Do I have a choice? She wondered, frightened and angry.

Her back arched as his fangs pierced her skin. She pressed her body against his, pulling him closer, urging him to drink more deeply, hating herself for rewarding him for treating her like meat. But she couldn't help it or stop it. Her body had a mind of it’s own; she was no longer in control. She knew what was coming and she wanted it. Badly. Waves of pleasure shook her body as he drank. His body slowed, almost sated, regaining a measure of control. Regaining a semblance of coherence.

The shared passion, the taste of her essence brought him slowly back to himself. He shifted his body in order to take care of her needs, bringing them both to a second and different sort of climax. His hands roamed over her, exploring and teasing, bringing them both back to normal slowly and gently. Loving her was a favorite pastime of his, he’d do anything to touch her body, nuzzle her neck and kiss her skin. Just to hold her close one more time.

Dakotah removed his teeth from her neck and his body from between her legs. Breathing heavily, he bent to kiss her and apologize for waking her when she slapped him. Hard. Stunned, he stared at her in disbelief.

"What was that for?" He thought he should probably already know, Sierra was anything but aggressive, but his brain was still covered by the red fog that had clouded his thoughts for the last hour or more.

"You know, you bastard,” she growled angrily. “You swore you'd not do that again!" She pushed him off of her and got out of bed. Tears streaked her face and her body shook, the terror finally leaving her body. It seemed that he wouldn't kill her. Not tonight at least.

He sat there and stared at her. Trying to remember. What had he done? "What...?" he began.

"Oh don’t give me that crap!" she screamed. "Just get out! I don't want you in here anymore. Now before I get really angry!" She slammed the bathroom door shut before the tears began to flood down her cheeks.

Dakotah hung his head. The Bloodlust still fogged his brain, rendering his memory useless. But now he was pretty sure of the trespass he'd committed. "Baby, I'm sorry,” he whispered. What was wrong with him anyway? And could he fix what he’d so thoughtlessly broken?

Dakotah: Chapter 1

Mika's Notes: There's some blood and violence at the end there, not that they didn't get what they deserved.  LOL

Bursts of rust covered the sky as the last remnants of the sunset faded slowly away. The mountain looked as if someone had set it on fire tonight. And, in fact, someone had. Mother Nature. Firemen were desperately trying to contain a fire that had been started by a lightning strike during one of Nevada's freak summer rainstorms. The smoke rising from the blaze made for an exquisite sunset. Grey clouds surrounded the setting sun, muffling and muting its glare, rendering it strangely red and dull. Just like a smoldering ball of blood.

There was something about a sunset in the desert that was different from anywhere else, Dakotah thought to himself, peering through his thick, specially treated windows. Other places you got orange and yellows, but here all you got was shades of red. It must be an omen.

He was still standing at the window when a young auburn-haired girl walked up behind him, stepping quietly in her bare feet. "Evening, Dakotah. Sleep well?"

"Like the dead," he responded without thinking.

Giggling, she replied, "Nothing unusual there. Would you like your tea?"

Turning, he frowned. "No thanks, Sierra. I think I need to hunt tonight." He paused, trying to think of a way to change the topic of conversation without brushing her off completely. He often feared his old-fashioned and brusque manner would put her off. "Did you have a good day?"

It was now her turn to frown, but only slightly. "Yeah, not too bad. Just baked some bread for Lammas. It's in just a couple days."

He took a deep breath, inhaling a fragrance he'd adored in life. "Mmm, nothing better than the smell of fresh bread." He sighed. "It's one of the few mortal pleasures I actually miss. Fresh bread and my mother’s homemade apple butter."

She smiled and shook her head in amused disbelief. How could he be such a demon and still seem so human? It was just part of his irresistible charm, she guessed.

"Why do you think you need to hunt?" she ventured. "You've been doing so well. I thought the tea was helping." The smile faded from her face, erased by the worry that came every time he hunted.

"It has been, I promise. Your tea has been working miracles on the cravings, honey. I just don't know.... there's something in the air tonight, I think." It was more instinct than anything else and he wasn’t sure just how to explain it to her, despite the fact that she probably felt it too. "Bring me my boots, would you?" Although desperately wanting to delve farther into this, Sierra immediately complied, handing them to him from the closet behind her. "Thank you," he said and stepped out into the night.

***

Shivers coursed over the vampire's skin. Even though the sun had been down for over an hour, it was still hot in the city. Bizarre as it was, intense heat had always given him shivers. And the Vegas heat was one of the few elements that still affected his undead body. Rubbing his arms vigorously, he stopped in front of the bar and looked up at the neon sign.

Midnight Brothers the sign read, causing him to smile slightly. The current rumor had it labeled as a gay bar. No, alternative lifestyle, he reminded himself, laughing. Alternative lifestyle. Right, if they only knew. Unable to hide his irrepressible smile, he entered and greeted some of his fellow nightwalkers.

"Hey, D!" called one, an irritating fledgling named Markus. "Its nights like this that remind me why I wanted to leave the days behind!"

Laughing, he agreed completely. Startled at the light touch on his shoulder, Dakotah turned and looked into the eyes of his oldest and dearest friend, Tyler. "Hey pal," he greeted him, extending his left hand to shake, and wound up being pulled into a hug.

"It's been a long time, huh?" Tyler agreed. "What's kept you away so long?"

"Ah, well, Sierra's finally made some progress. Through a lot of experimentation and a lot of prayers, she's found something that helps control my Hunger. It's amazing but true."

"Mmm, Sierra,” asked a third vampire. “So how's that little red-headed witch of yours anyway?" Brett, that was the young creature’s name.

"Good, Brett. She's doing really well. Her shop is busy as can be and she's happy as can be."

"If she's doing so well, then what brings you out tonight?" queried Tyler.

"I truly don't know. I told her it was something in the air, for lack of a better explanation. But, now that I'm out, I think I was right. There's an odd feeling out there tonight."

"Ahh, I think you've been spending too much time with that little witch," scoffed Brett. "Something in the air? You've gotta be kidding!"

Dakotah shrugged the comment off; there was bad blood between the two vampires and he wasn't about to stir it up tonight. Not if he didn't have to. Brett would lose, enough said.

Let it go, not all of the young ones are as in tune with the forces of the world as we are.

Does that make us senior citizen vampires then? Or just freaks?

Chuckling at the mental exchange, Tyler smiled at his friend. "Hey, let's go talk,” he prompted. “C'mon, I've got my usual table." He patted the other’s back, attempting to relieve the sudden tension between his friend and the rogue.

Okay, but I do need to hunt tonight, the sooner the better.

Understood. I need to as well, so we'll talk first and eat later, I promise.

Dakotah nodded and followed his friend and mentor over to the corner they always inhabited. They seated themselves in their usual places. Tyler took the chair with the view of the bar; Dakotah put his back to the wall and watched the rest of the club’s customers mill about, looking for who knew what.

"What's on your mind tonight, D?"

"I really don't know, Ty. It just doesn't feel right, ya know? Like there's something out there that just doesn't belong."

"Hmm. I haven't noticed anything, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. My concentration hasn’t exactly been at its peak lately." Tyler paused and thought for a moment before changing the subject. "Anyway, how's married life these days? I haven't had a wife in over two centuries!"

“Well, you know, Ty, some things never do change.” Both vampires laughed at that and began talking about their lives, both present and past, until the Urge came over them both.

"I think it's time," Dakotah stated.

"I think you're right. Let's go."

***

They were standing on the street corner, hassling innocent tourists with their antics. So far, they hadn't hurt anyone, but the time was quickly nearing. Impatient to be done for the night, they shoved flyers advertising female escorts into the faces of every passerby, young or old, male or female, none of the three particularly cared. Their frustration levels rose with every refusal and nasty denial. The night was young and they wanted to be part of the scene, not here where they were.

Dakotah and Tyler had intentionally wandered into a lesser-populated area of the infamous Strip generally only frequented by thugs and lowlifes. A vampire’s preferred meal. Or, at least their preferred cuisine anyway. The selection always seemed like a buffet, lots and lots to choose from, enough so you never got bored. Sadly, they were also generally overcooked. Drugs, alcohol, hard living all gave dinner a nasty aftertaste.

"Hey Mister," one of the street punks yelled, stepping out in front of a rather well-dressed older man, "take one of these! Hot girls are just a call away!"

"No thanks," the man responded calmly, attempting to push past the blonde kid and his stack of papers.

"I said, take it! I've gotta get rid of all these before I can go home and get paid so take it!" he insisted, shoving the lewd pamphlet into the man's face.

"No thank you, I'm not interested in smut," the gentleman stressed and again tried to get away. The other tourists in the vicinity made every attempt at a quick getaway, avoiding the smut peddlers at all costs. Some were luckier than others.

The punk was livid. He grabbed the tourist by his lapels and screamed in his face. "I see how you are, you with your nice suit and shoes, just oozing money and status. You don't care if an honest man can't make a living!"

Honest man? Dakotah thought rhetorically, and just a bit sarcastically.

What a bunch of punks, Tyler thought back at him.

Yeah, let's feed 'em to the wolves.

Or something like that, Kotie?

Dakotah’s response was a throaty chuckle.

Still shouting angrily, the punk started to shake the businessman roughly. Tyler approached the scene cautiously, not wanting to startle the volatile man. "Why don't you let him go and discuss this with me?"

"No! He's just another rich bastard trying to make his living off the regular folk without giving a damn about the regular folk!"

Using his friend's distraction, Dakotah stepped up behind the harasser. While quickly wrapping one arm around the punk’s waist and the other around his neck, he applied a bit of pressure to the throat area. "Let him go," he hissed in the porn-peddler's ear. "Or else." He left no room for discussion or misinterpretation.

Slowly, his fingers released the businessman. Finally free, the gentleman took off at a run, vowing loudly to never return to Las Vegas for any reason, conventions or not. "Okay punk, now it's just you, me, and your friend," he laughed viciously. "And my friends." Two more punks stepped out beside the first. A brunette grinned meanly, rubbing his hands together, while a redhead attempted to look intimidating.

Well D, I hope you're hungry. Tyler laughed softly.

Mmm, it HAS been six months, you know.

The original instigator stepped forward, pulling out a pocketknife. "Come on boys, time to play!"

Tyler leaped forward, lashing out with his foot and disarming the punk. Stunned, the blonde reacted much more slowly than usual. Tyler moved closer, getting ready to make his next move, when the punk's fist shot out towards his face. The vampire caught the blonde’s fist in his hand and forced his arm downward. "Thought I was that easy? You don't know what you're messing with." What you’re messing with, he corrected himself silently.

Growling fiercely, he jerked the man's body forward and caught him by his shoulders. In a fit of anger and frustration, he sunk his elongated teeth into the man's sweaty neck. The dust and dirt of the street and desert mingled with the blood now coursing through Tyler's mouth. He wrinkled his nose at the stink of the man but persisted in his feeding. Those 110º days don't do a body justice. Becoming limp, the body fell against Tyler and he let it fall carelessly to the street. He looked to Dakotah and saw he was holding his own.

Dakotah had one filth monger by his neck, squeezing mercilessly and had the other by his shirt collar. As he absently squeezed the man's neck, he sunk lower and lower, slowly falling to the ground, dying to the sound of his throat being crushed. The other, he pulled close to his face and grinned, bearing his fangs to the startled man.

"Do you see these?" he growled, referring to his teeth. "These are my justice. They are judge and jury when it comes to scum like you three. They also happen to be my favorite form of executioner." He barked out a rough laugh and snaked his teeth onto the redhead’s neck.

His tongue touched the salty, grit covered skin of the arrogant young man he held to his mouth. His conscience forced him to recoil from what he was about to do, but his body, the Lust that drove his actions, wouldn't let him. Fighting a battle of wills, he slowly buried his blood teeth deep into the man’s throat. His grip on the other relaxed and his dead body fell to the ground, unmoving. Discarded for another pleasure.

With the first rush of blood, he was totally lost to the Animal within. He surrendered to the euphoria wholly, completely. Drawing deeply, he felt the dirty man's heart slow and he eased up, savoring each and every drop of the rich liquid. Struggling, struggling, he fought to keep control. The Animal overcame him and his control faded. Within minutes, the third body was drained and lying on the asphalt.

Licking the remaining blood from his lips, Dakotah dumped his two dead bodies alongside the third; already at the bottom of an orange construction drop box just a half-mile from their feast. Knowing that bodies turn up every day in Las Vegas, they weren't too concerned about them being found.

And it’s not like his fingerprints were likely to show up in AFIS. If the police even bothered to check.

Dakotah: Prologue

Mika's Notes: Nothing exciting to report. LOL

Prologue

Journal Entry ~ July 29

I’ve heard it said ‘that which don’t kill us makes us stronger’. If this is the truth then I fear I may be close to invincible at this point in my unlife. For better or for worse, I’m here to stay.

You see, in the three hundred plus years I’ve lived, I’ve endured – and overcome – much hardship. Wars, famine, plagues, you name it, and I’ve most likely lived through it. Horrors that those alive today cannot even begin to imagine. Or would ever want to.

So, how was I to know that there was something much more dangerous than anything I’ve ever known before lurking around my one place of safety? A threat so near to my home and my love? And who would have ever believed that an arrow to my heart would come so close to doing what all the terrors of the modern world hadn’t been able to manage?

Surely, it was a surprise to me as well.

Eternally yours,

Dakotah James

About Dakotah

First of all, it has a lame title so, if you think of something while reading PLEASE let me know, k? 

Second, I wrote this in July 2002.  I had been on my way to my ceramics class when, waiting at a red light, I glanced over towards Mt. Charleston and observed the sunset.  At the time, there had been some horrid wildfires burning out of control.  The smoke and fire, however, made the most amazing blood-red sunset I'd ever seen.  I started writing this story the very next day.  The image of that sunset was burned into my brain.

Five years later, I pulled poor Kotah back out and dusted him off.  After approximately doubling the word count, fluffing and fleshing out the story, I submitted it for a writing contest and lost.  LOL  But oh well, I still lurve him...  :)

Warnings on this story: It's a bit more violent than my normal stuff and, of course, there's lots and lots of naughty stuff too.  *G*  I hope you like.  I think it's one of my better pieces, although my best friend disagrees.  LOL

~Mika

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