If it's not to late to get in on the One Hour Challenge, I just
realized that I can distill almost all the lemon fanfics I've ever read
into the following paragraphs:

        Ranma walks into the kitchen at the Tendo Dojo:

        Ranma: Hi, Kasumi. I'm hungry. I'm looking for. . .something to eat.

        Kasumi: Hi, Ranma. Dinner will be ready shortly. Maa, I cannot help
but notice that you have your shirt off right now.

        Ranma: Yes, I have been working out in the practice area again all
day, and BOY are my rippling manly muscles sore. But Kasumi, isn't it
difficult working in all this heat?

        Kasumi: Silly, that's why I'm wearing nothing but my apron! Poor
Ranma who's glistening hard muscles are sore, let me give you a nice,
soothing backrub. <feel, feel> Oooh, you are so hot and sweaty, Ranma-kun.
<feel, feel, caress, feel>

        Ranma: Yes, perhaps we--er, I should take a bath. Um, Kasumi, I
don't want to inturrupt your making dinner. . .

        Kasumi: Oh, don't worry, right now I'm just. . .heating the cream.
<feel, feel, caress, stroke, feel> It will be ready by the time everyone
who has conveneintly left for the day get's back.

        Ranma: Uuuhhh, Kasumi. . .?

        Kasumi: Yes, Ranma-kun?

        Ranma: Let's just jettison what little plot there is here and get
it on!

        Kasumi: Righty-o!

        (With one sweep of his hand Ranma knocks everything off of the big
main table in the center of the kitchen. Kasumi leaps onto it and he leaps
onto her)

        Kasumi: OHGODOHYESOHRANMAOHBABY

        Ranma: UH! UH! UH! UH!

  (Six hours and 47 positions later, and while the cream on the stove boils
over):

        *SPURRRT*

        Kasumi (whipping out a huge, phallic ciggar): Was it good for you, hon?



                                        END


        Twenty minutes flat. Huh, I didn't think it would take THAT long. . .