Cat In A Diamond Dazzle

Chapter Interlude

It's Hystery!

Deadlines, deadlines.

That word is so appropriate for this convention of happy, dancing G.R.O.W.L.ers, now that someone has knocked one of those over advertised hunks out of the running.

But murder is not my game; romance is. I'll give those contest judges something to growl about. Now it's time to pull out all the stops and make some organ music here. Sensual scene, coming up! Millions, here I come. Ye old Demon Dagger had better get to it.

The Demon Dagger of Devonshire leaped into the carriage and ordered the bound and gagged driver to make haste to

Can that driver drive bound and gagged? Sure. Reins aren't much to hold, just some leather straps.

Where to? Ah . . .

Dover by morning!

"My relatives will hunt you down, Sir," the fair Arianiola warned, "for this impertinence."

"You will be sorry if they do."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Because, my charming renegade, I am about to change your life, to sweep you to the stars."

With that, he

Just how far can we go here? Better scan a couple more sex scenes from some of these hot numbers over here. Let's see . . . talk, talk, talk . . . escape. . . more talk. . . servants talking -- hey, where s the boudoir business when you need it? You re falling down on the job, ladies. Come on, inspire me. A kiss, for three paragraphs? Get real. Okay, I'll show you how to do it.

With that, he grasped Ariania's shoulder and smashed her into his manly arms. Instantly she responded to the awesome masculine charisma that radiated from the muscular form of the Demon Dagger of Devonshire. She was a wildcat. She began purring and spitting in pretended disgust, but the Demon Dagger knew what effect his physique had on women of all kinds, from tavern wench to top-drawer duchess.

Soon she was gasping and undoing the buttons on his

Is it doublet in this period? Why not?

doublet. Meanwhile the Dagger thrust his powerful tongue into her mouth, causing her to moan.

And still the carriage driven by the bound and gagged driver drove on through the night, as lightning snarled in the sky and fireworks exploded on the cushions within.

Ariana had no chance. She was putty

Did they have putty then? Dont want to strain the judges' credulity here.

in his maddeningly sensuous hands, and soon he had worked her clothes into a lumpy pile on the carriage floor, as his own soon joined them, and they were joined in a jolting, mad dash over the moors.

Finally he had mercy on her and revealed the mightiest weapon in his arsenal. She seemed much impressed, if not surprised. And so the wild ride went, in a hurtle of two hearts through the night, two bodies twined by impetuous desire and true love found on the floor of the Baron's best carriage.. ..

When the moon was a pale an albino pumpkin in the dawn, the carriage rested at the brink of the white cliffs of Dover, the steeds weary and drooping, the sweet Arianail weary, the Demon Dagger of Dover drooping. The confiscated coachman had long since tumbled to some wayside rest, and the lovers lay happy and satisfied in each other's arms.

Bluebirds swept up into the clouds as the waves crashed on the shore below, and the Demon Dagger's vengeful heart knew peace for the first time in years, now that the carriage had stopped, the impetuous passion had lulled, and the lovely Ariania was safe in his arms. She was forever safe from his vengeance now, if not from his charms.

How do I end one of these scenes? Or a so-called "proposal, " for that matter? Hey, the dawn is good enough. The next chapter can always start with tomorrow. Now to run it through spellcheck, and make sure the dumb broad's name is spelled the same way twice. Think I'II do the next one in real time.