The most wonderful way to wake up in the morning, is being kissed on the lips. Narchi had never been kissed before and the feeling was magical. He murmured, "Ahhhh, Neblae..." and opened his eyes to see some strange, though beutiful woman. He blinked and snapped out, "Who the fuck are YOU?" She laughed at his confusion. She looked at him and asked slyly, "Oh, come on, Narchi--don't you remember me at ALL? I know it's been almost ten years......." He blinked and looked her over. After a moment he laughed and asked, "Little JIRI?!?! Damn! You were just a punk kid with a big mouth and a load of attitude when I saw you last!" She moved around provocatively and said, "Well..I grew up some in the intervening time." He stared at her in surprise. He muttered, "Grew all over a LOT! Damn! Ehhhhrrrrrrrr, so.....how's your mom?" She smiled and held his hand, saying, "My mom's fine. It took us a couple of years to escape city 32, the way you did, but we did. Anyway....I heard you got shot up, and thought you needed some tender loving care, and so ....here I am." Neblae was exhausted. She had handed over her records over to Dokka for him to review. She kept a copy on the hospital's central computer for Narchi to review. She really wanted him to check her figures. She came around the corner and found him checking out someone else's figure. Neblae had an extra bed put in Narchi's room for her to nap on. The poor guy had almost died rescuing her and she wanted to pay him back. When she saw the woman on that bed practically cooing at him, Neblae lost it. "WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET YOUR CLAWS OFFA HIM, YOU LONG EARED SLUT!!" Neblae had never shouted so loud before. She never felt the fire of her cheeks blaze so hot before. She had never clenched her fists, or had been so ready to fight before. Jiri dropped Narchi's hand and flipped around and stared in shock at Neblae. Narchi was surprised at Neblae's reaction. He wasn't sure that she had any feeling toward him. Narchi said in as level a tone as he could muster, "Neb..I mean Ahrini, this is Jiri. I haven't seen her in ten years. She heard I was shot and came by to visit me." Jiri jumped down from the extra bed and looked cooly at Neblae. Jiri said, "Noone was here. You must be the girl he saved yesterday. He and I have history. You don't have a right to be so upset. You were goofing around someplace else---NOT being here, caring for Narchi! I sweated blood repairing the Mag-lab so we could fix his joints, damaged in the rescue!" Jiri stamped to the door and glanced over her shoulder at Neblae and asked coldly, "What have YOU done for him lately?" Jiri looked over at Narchi and said, "After we get breakfast to you, we'll take you down to the Mag-lab and get you fixed up." After an awkward moment, Narchi asked, "What was that all about?" Neblae growled at him and stomped off without a word. Narchi rolled his eyes. He looked down at his broken body and said to the now empty room, "Went from too many women to none. None is probably better for my health. Shit." His stomach growled. He looked sourly at it and growled back, "Awww, shaddup! You had a frog yesterday!" He looked at the ceiling and wondered which of any number of dieties had he pissed off. --to be continued-- Media is Poser 6