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On several of her stories, Dark Nites wrote:
"I have no problem with people e-mailing my stuff around, as long as my name
remains with it."
I'm taking that as permission to repost.
I have not tried this e-mail address, but Ole Joe's FAQ seems to imply that
it does not work.
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DarkNites: ECE shop
Dark Nites
jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
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I wasn't in any kind of mood at all. I had long been in the state
where nothing mattered or even touched me and I had been this way for
longer than I cared to remember. My roommate had told me recently in a
disgruntled voice that I just wasn't any fun anymore. Sorry babe but I
don't really give a damn. My life was just a series of projects, tests and
more projects.. And a project was exactly why I was in the ECE shop
winding yards of red wire around my fingers, wondering dispassionately how
best to murder my project partner.
"Excuse me..", came a strong, level voice behind me. I
automatically turned around and ran into the most beautiful eyes I had even
seen. For the first and only time in my life, I felt The Thunderbolt. I
don't really know what the rest of him looked like and I don't care but his
eyes and smile were things crafted in heaven. Specifically for me. My
mind screeched to a halt.
He held out a tangled bundle of black wire to me.
"You dropped this..." That voice... Oh God! The shock of pure
desire, something totally unfamiliar to that 18 year old virgin, flowed
down my body. I swear that if I had been capable of motion, I would have
reached for those shoulders and kissed him the way he'd always secretly
dreamed someone would. Right there in Learned Hall and started a scandal..
"Uhh..", my mind raced vainly for something inspired to say..
"Thanks." The rest of me recoiled. THAT'S IT???? YOU MORON!! Another
beautiful smile and he walked out. Stop him! How? I don't know,
goddamit.. How would P. handle this?? I was still scrambling for ideas
when he reached the hallway doors and disappeared. Oh HELL!
I turned back to the counter, completely disoriented, and the shop
assistant was grinning at me knowingly. Embarrassment rose. Dammit, if
it was so obvious, why the hell hadn't He done something about it?? I
could only live in the hope that he had been too blind to see it. As for
the shop guy, he never knew how close he came to having a bag of parts
rammed down his throat...
I walked back to the 301 lab clutching my brown paper overflowing
with chips and wire, reveling in the unusual feeling of rubbery legs. My
whole body felt more alive than it had in a year. Singing heart, stupid
grin, I had all the symptoms. I noticed the men passing me in the hall, I
saw the guys sunning themselves on the courtyard outside the windows. All
friends, all definitely off-limits, but for the first time, all very male..
I started living life that day, and I hope I never stop.
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Bona Fide Female..
All comments and flames welcome at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
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DarkNites: ECE shop
Dark Nites
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