Akane smiled nervously to herself as she carefully removed the
tiny plate of appetizers from the microwave.  They *looked* done. 
With some anticipation, she leaned extra close to the baked morsels
and sniffed.  A large smile spread across her face as she straightened
up.  They not only looked perfect, they also smelled perfect.  She'd
done it.  She'd finally made something that looked and smelled like
real food.  Tanaga-sensei, her new cooking teacher, would be proud. 

And only for Akane would this be a grand accomplishment :)

     <Just right,> she thought as she straightened up again.
     Pulling on the special nylon panties Nabiki gave her, Akane held
up the bottom edge of her top to see how they looked in the mirror. 
Pink, thin, and really sexy, Akane blushed slightly when she
considered how little of her they actually covered.  As she turned
this way and that, she had to admit, they made her look pretty good,
even for a tomboy.  Still, these were certainly not something she
would wear outside the house.  Someone might notice.

Unless she's not going to wear a skirt or pants, people are unlikely to
notice :)

all over his forehead as his eyes slowly rolled towards Akane.  He
quickly evaluated his options.  They didn't look good.
     He could spit out the offending food and risk the wrath of Akane.
     He could tough it out and finish eating the one small appetizer
while making sure to avoid the rest of its companions, thereby
limiting the damage to his system without offending his fiancee.  
     Of course, he could also miscalculate the whole situation and die
instantly from 'Akane food poisoning'.  

Heh :)

     "Well, we would have to turn off that mushy music..."  Ranma

Heh :)

     Tonight's events failed to follow the plan.  But then, that was
not so unusual for their relationship.  Little in their world went
according to plan or could.

Yep :)

Very nice demonstration of young teens in fear^H^H^H^H^love :)


John Walter Biles :  MA-History, Ph.D Wannabe at U. Kansas         
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