Greetings and Salutations,

Another chapter! WaiWai!

I don't really much to comment on this chapter.  My C&C bug is
beginning to dry up or something.

I did, for some reason, have a feeling that this was actually
Akane and not Ranma-chan, but that may have been my
unconscious going, "No, Ranma couldn't really be... ugh,
he did."

I am wondering though, and this goes back to that debate'
How much water does it take to change him.

If Ranma was drenched in warm sweat.  Would it
A> be enough water   and
B> be warm enough to change him back

The answer, I suppose:
If the author wants it to be enough.  *shrug*

Anywho-

       Akane looked. "What is it?"
       "It's a ramp. Instead of the ladder.

I made it so that the dogs can get to us more easily.  But then,
this is inside the wall so the joke falls flat.

       Their wake up call in the morning left a lot to be desired.
The home creaked ominously, but it was only, with a tremendous
squeal, when the roof was yanked off and sent crashing into the
tool shed.

but it was only, ... what?  into the tool shed, that they realized
they might be about to face a typhoon or monsoon?

       As if to make his point, the wind gusted again. "We'll be
lucky if palisade stays up, let alone the house! Where are we
supposed to go?" Ukyo continued to yell.

if the palisade - neh?

He washed his dirty hands with
some of the water then turned his attention to Akane. With all the
moisture and then on the tile, his skin was freezing, and Akane
couldn't be any better.

then what on the tile?

       "The pain, Akane. Is the pain worse? Is the baby coming? Do
don't this now," Ukyo answered, now very worried.

Do don't this now?  Don't do this now- maybe?

       She felt his hands reach out, moving over her flesh, and
fought to not pull away form him. The weight in her arms suddenly
seemed to come into being. Nabiki.

pull away from him.



Like I said, not much to say this time.  Sorry.


Warr

He backtracked the pickup and listened to the
incredibly inane things they whispered to each
other before and during the stimulation prior to
copulation.  This was love poetry?  How idiotic!
Why didn't he charm her with an exhibit of his
mental prowess?  Perhaps flash a quick mathe-
matical formula?  Offer an insight into astro-
physics, or the nature of parallel universe
existences?  Why would an obviously intelligent
female choose to mate with a man whose con-
versation hinged around how he would consume
her like an obscure Latvian pudding covered with
ice cream and sticky syrup? Irrational!

W. Michael Gear - StarStrike