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Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
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Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!ix.netcom.com!netcom.com!aleph
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From: aleph@netcom.com (Aleph Press)
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Subject: DRABBLE: TNG: "Mrs. Troi..."
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Message-ID: <alephD1zpJp.CIC@netcom.com>
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Organization: NETCOM On-line Communication Services (408 261-4700 guest)
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Date: Fri, 6 Jan 1995 15:26:12 GMT
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Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:4193
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I'm posting this for Kate Orman at korman@laurel.ocs.mq.edu.au, who for some
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reason can't get her posts to show up on alt.startrek.creative. Everything
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below this line was sent to me by Kate; please e-mail her with any comments
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you may have.
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I wrote this ages ago and forgot all about it. It's another one of those
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drabbles - a story of exactly one hundred words. If you'd like to use this
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in a fanzine or post it beyond the Internet, please email me first. "Star
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Trek" etc belong to Paramount.
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***
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MRS TROI SPENDS ONE HUNDRED WORDS IN THE BATHTUB
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"There's nothing like immersing oneself in a new experience, I always
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say."
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Lwaxana dipped her foot in, swirling the liquid gently. It tingled, golden
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sparkled rippling in the clear, honey-coloured stuff.
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She lowered herself into the tub, gently. "Is that alright? Oh, I forgot,
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you can't speak in that state."
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The liquid rippled suggestively. It was blood warm, thick and supportive.
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Lwaxana let all her muscles relax at once and just floated.
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Tiny, firm movements washed over her skin, like fingertips inside the
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liquid, dozens of fingers at once, pressing, stroking, exploring.
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"Ah," sighed Lwaxana. "Better than a mud bath."
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Kate Orman
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"You are endlessly agitating, unceasingly mischievous. Will you never
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stop?" - Light, in Marc Platt's "Ghost Light", 1989
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