Subject: [SPAMFIC] "Dirty Old Men"
From: "Henry J. Cobb" <hcobb@slip.net>
Date: 11/22/1996, 9:39 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

"Dirty Old Men"
-Henry J. Cobb
$Id: dirty_old_men.txt,v 1.2 1996/11/23 02:36:31 hcobb Exp $

The Ancient Hentai came to the end of an unusually long ballistic
trajectory.

"How dare that student do this to her master?  Well, at least I got away
with her fiancee's panties!"  He sniffed at his prize. "Fresh?  Better
luck next time."

He looked around for clues as to which part of Tokyo he had landed in
this time.  His withered old heart skipped a beat.

He stared at a girl in the uniform dress of an unfamiliar high school.
Her features, her grace, her long dark hair with the purple highlights,
they all reminded him of a priestess he had known, a few lifetimes ago.

He followed her for several blocks, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.
Twice he had to press his tiny form into a crevice, as she suddenly
turned about.

Finally she ascended the steps of a temple.  He waited on the roof until
she reemerged, in the gown of a priestess.  Fortunately, she did not
hear his sharp intake of breath.  The resemblance was too exact.

"I regret that if you touch her, I won't have the chance to kill you,
father.  She'll take care of that."

The Ancient Hentai did not bother to look back.  Even after several
decades, he recognised the voice of his only surviving son.  "She's your
granddaughter, I take it?"  He replied quietly.  "Don't worry, I don't
molest my own.  She reminds me of her great-grandmother and another
great-granddaughter of mine."

"A legitimate one?"

"You know me."

"All too well.  If you'd care to wait awhile, some of her friends will
be by for a study session."

Father and son waited in silence as the priestess in training completed
her rounds.

Then her friends began to arrive, each a vision of loveliness.  The
Ancient Hentai's heart was torn.  How could he choose one over the
others?  The fourth friend arrived in a breathless run, a small black
cat following her long twin ponytails.

As the five friends studied, he grabbed quick glances, but he backed away
quickly when his great-granddaughter would start.

As the session was breaking up, he returned to the roof.

"Have you made your choice?"  His son asked.

"It is difficult.  They are each so excellent, but the short girl in the
twin blond ponytails is so irresistibly innocent."  He stalked after his
prey.

The old priest bowed his head in a silent prayer to his mother's
spirit.  "Your vengeance is assured.  This girl may not look like much,
but she has a character he will discover too late.  It is sneaky and
dishonorable to use deceit and a surrogate, but I am after all my
father's son."

	Henry J. Cobb	hcobb@slip.net          http://www.io.com/~hcobb