At 05:55 PM 9/8/96 +1000, you wrote:

...
    "Touch a nervie wervie, Ranma sweetie."  Ryoga cooed and
pursed his lips as if to give Ranma a kiss.
...
had the hots for Nabiki.  Tall, thin and with a sexy little body,
Akane had dreamed of the possibilities, if she could just gain
the girl's trust.

Oh, Kuny-Baby, we have a heretic for you!

Please be most ungentle.

Give me a chance to read it first .... THEN I will be most ungentle
(if I so feel like it.) Hmmmmmm... But I'll get Trish out from the
cellar, and keep her tied up and waiting, looking at H pics, just
to get her ... ready for the author...

Kun-chan...

        You know...I always wondered just what Trish actually looked
like.  So, I did a little net surfing and, sure enough, out on the
old J-pop.com there was a picture of the Queen of Viz Video.

        Hmmmmmmm.  I downloaded the pix and started running it through
Graphic Workshop, just to clean it up, you understand.

        Then it hit me. [cue Mission Impossible music]

        Remove the glasses......lose the perm....Hmmmmmmmmmmm

        Wah?  Half a mo....

        [Greg thinking] Kun-chan keeps Trish in her basement...... 
We've never actually SEEN them together or even at the same time..... 
[gulp] Without the glasses she remindes me of a picture of a girl I 
once saw on an Aussie web site.... wearing a Chinese dress....
without the perm (obviously a wig)....... 

        OH MYGAWD!!!!!!  Could Trish Ledoux REALLY be Kun-chan in
disguise?!?

        With shaking hands, Greg took another drink.  <Yes.  The same
smile. The same eyes.  The tilt of the head.>  Frantically, Greg
punches a button on the armrest of his chair.  
        "Get me White Wolf!" he barked into the microphone.  "What
doya mean, 'he's not available'!?!?"
        Then, it hit him.  He was all alone.  Only he knew the truth.
Trickster... Martin... the guy who keeps sending 'Remove' messages; they
were all in on it.
        In desperation, he looked for a way out.
        <The Aussies....They're...They're after me.....> his fevered
mind screamed.
        "But I KNOW THE SECRET....ARRRRRRRRGGGHHHH....BKGNMERJB 



        "Excuse me, I'm Dr. Fred.  Greg seemed to be having one of his
little 'spells' again.  We've sedated him and had him tied to his bed.
He won't bother you any more this evening.  Good night."

[Sounds of Greg screaming in the background "She's really Trish, I tell
you!" followed by a very loud *BAP* then silence.]