From: David Homerick <dhomeric@jps.net>
Date: Tuesday, July 28, 1998 5:03 AM

In any case, keeping drugs in my spice cabinet won't accomplish
anything.  I take them up to my room.

Hehehehehehe.  I don't know if you meant this to be a joke, but I thought it
was funny.  :)

But why are the other boys do determined to
win her?  What has she promised them?  Sex?  Boys are primarily
motivated by sex, so that is quite likely.

Heh.  I *really* like how you make Kodachi's mind work.  This seems
eminently logical from her perspective.

Tears fill my eyes.  No one will ever love me.  I almost wish I were
insane again, so I would not know this.  I press my face into the pillow
to muffle my sobs.

This part I'm not too sure of.  I mean, it seems out of place; it doesn't
flow from the story at all.  It's like you wrote Scene 13B: Kodachi feels
sorry for herself.  I'd rather this had some relation to the surrounding
story; perhaps Kodachi can think briefly on whether any of the men attacking
Akane would find *her* attractive, and proceed from there.

   "She hates boys?" I wonder aloud.  "Is she a lesbian?"

   "Probably," snorts the boy next to me.  I spare him a glance.
He is a handsome, muscular youth in a red shirt, with an air of
untamed vigor.  I spare him another, longer glance.

Hehehe.  *Great* intro.

   "You there!"  My brother has grown tired of being ignored.  "Who
are you, that you should be so familiar with Akane and my dear sister,
who has so recently returned from--" I open my eyes wide and shake
my head, and he catches himself.  "--France."

   France.

   I bury my face in Ranma's strong back.  "Shoot me,"  I whisper.
"Shoot me now."  It occurs to me that I never properly appreciated
the asylum.

Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Now *this* I'm sure you meant to be funny.  I chuckled a long time over it.
:D  :D

-- David

Very nice as usual, David.  Look forward to more.

-Richard
-Kodachi fan