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Date Posted: 10:33:21 08/30/02 Fri
Author: asdfads
Subject: dfasdf

Previously on The Mission….


Cece and Judi have just poofed themselves into Lu’s closet and find SK but no Harm. They eventually agree to dispatch SK…..

~POOF!~

~SK disappears in puff of smoke~

"Where did you send him, Cece?"

"How should "I" know?"

"What? You don't know where you SENT him?"

"Oh Judi, for heaven's sake. I'm sure he's perfectly fine."

~Somewhere in Canada SK finds himself perched in a pine tree with some squirrels~

"Why did I ever go to that board? Why? WHY?!" he sobs.

Meanwhile back in the closet there is a sound outside the door. SOMEONE IS COMING!!!!!
THE MISSION

~Chapter 9~


~Looks of abject terror spread across their faces as the closet door creaked slowly open~

A beautiful young woman stood in the doorway dressed in a stunning negligee, the mere sight of just her silhouette at once causing the other two women to groan with envy. They recognized her immediately. “CHAR! What are YOU doing here?” they asked.

“I'm a trauma nurse,” the vision of beauty purred, tossing her head to flip an errant strand of long golden tress away from her cerulean eyes. “I heard there is an injury in here!”

“What? Who?” they asked, heads bowed in reverence to this embodiment of grace and beauty.

“Why Harmkins of course. He’s up there on that top shelf!” her melodious voice all but sang the words.

“Wow! You must be psychic!” Judi exclaimed.

“Oh yes, dear. I’m psychic for Harm!” she said as she entered the closet, her perfect, smooth skin glistened in the soft light of the closet.

“Actually I think she’s more psychotic then psychic,” Cece whispered discreetly to Judi as Char glided past them.

“Whatever,” Char mumbled. “Come to me, Harm. You know the reason!” she trilled.

Just then Harm emerged from the shadow of the top shelf. Carefully climbing down he stood in front of the threesome. Judi and Cece’s jaws sagged. Tiny drops of drool began to pool in the corners of their now twitching mouths. There before them was Commander Harmon W. Rabb, Jr.

O.K. Let’s see it,” Char crooned to Harm.

Judi and Cece froze. Their eyes widened as the possible meaning of Char’s request sunk in. Thrilled beyond belief at this happy turn of events, their hearts and minds began to race with anticipatory delight.

“What?” asked a puzzled Harm.

“A bruise was reported,” Char stated matter o factly.

“Oh you mean this small smudge on my face?” he asked. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“I"LL be the one to determine THAT!” Char informed the dashing Commander. “Now, STRIP!”

Judi and Cece clasped their hands to their breasts in an attempt to keep their pounding hearts from leaping from their heaving chests. Dare they HOPE?

“WHAT?!” Harm asked incredulously.

“I must examine you!” Char explained trying to keep her patience.

“WHAT?!” Harm asked again, not believing his ears.

You heard me. Clothes off. Now. Don't MAKE me get the golden Scissors!” Char warned, simultaneously pulling out a boom box and hitting “play.”

As strains of “The Stripper” filled the closet, pulsating off the walls, Harm began to complain…”But.. I don't need to be examined! I'm not even INJURED! It's just a SMUDGE.. and besides.. it's on my FACE. Why do I have to take off my clothes if it's on my FACE? And what’s with the music?!”

“O.K. That's it. SCISSORS! Hand me the Scissors!” Char ordered.

“HERE YOU GO!” Cece and Judi squealed in unison, gleefully handing over a huge pair of highly polished gold scissors. Adorned w/ diamonds and rubies, its jewels sparkled and danced, reflecting in the twosomes gleaming eyes.

Char took the scissors and advanced on Harm…..

~~~~~~~~
“Char! Char! Wake up, dear. You're having that dream again! Char, wake up!” Mr. Char gently shook his wife awake.

“What? Oh drat! You woke me UP??!” Char croaked, holding her head as she turned so her giant pink curlers wouldn’t pull out what was left of her hair, all the while being careful not to smudge her acne be gone facial mask.

“AIIIIIGGHH!!!!!” Mr. Char screamed. Give me some WARNING next time, would ya?!”

Char gave him a withering look through the green slime. “You hush! I do all this for YOU. Anyway, why did you have to wake me up?!”

“Well... It's just that I'm getting tired of you shredding my jammies with those pinking shears every night! And speaking of jammies.. Don’t you think you could find something a bit sexier to wear to bed then one of my ripped t-shirts? Sigh. Anyway, no more JAG for you!” he said, adjusting what was left of his tattered jammies. He then rolled over and clicked off the light. ”And how ‘bout you shave those legs sometime this year?” he added, shuddering a bit. “It’s like sleeping in a durn hay field!”
~~~~~~~~~~~

Yes, folks, this entire chapter was Char’s dream. Back to the REAL story in Chapter Ten! It will pick up w/ the opening of the closet door following SK’s departure.

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