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"Dirty Old Men"

-Henry J. Cobb

$Id: dirty_old_men.txt,v 1.2 1996/11/23 02:36:31 hcobb Exp $



The Ancient Hentai came to the end of an unusually long ballistic

trajectory.



"How dare that student do this to her master?  Well, at least I got away

with her fiancee's panties!"  He sniffed at his prize. "Fresh?  Better

luck next time."



He looked around for clues as to which part of Tokyo he had landed in

this time.  His withered old heart skipped a beat.



He stared at a girl in the uniform dress of an unfamiliar high school.

Her features, her grace, her long dark hair with the purple highlights,

they all reminded him of a priestess he had known, a few lifetimes ago.



He followed her for several blocks, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

Twice he had to press his tiny form into a crevice, as she suddenly

turned about.



Finally she ascended the steps of a temple.  He waited on the roof until

she reemerged, in the gown of a priestess.  Fortunately, she did not

hear his sharp intake of breath.  The resemblance was too exact.



"I regret that if you touch her, I won't have the chance to kill you,

father.  She'll take care of that."



The Ancient Hentai did not bother to look back.  Even after several

decades, he recognised the voice of his only surviving son.  "She's your

granddaughter, I take it?"  He replied quietly.  "Don't worry, I don't

molest my own.  She reminds me of her great-grandmother and another

great-granddaughter of mine."



"A legitimate one?"



"You know me."



"All too well.  If you'd care to wait awhile, some of her friends will

be by for a study session."



Father and son waited in silence as the priestess in training completed

her rounds.



Then her friends began to arrive, each a vision of loveliness.  The

Ancient Hentai's heart was torn.  How could he choose one over the

others?  The fourth friend arrived in a breathless run, a small black

cat following her long twin ponytails.



As the five friends studied, he grabbed quick glances, but he backed away

quickly when his great-granddaughter would start.



As the session was breaking up, he returned to the roof.



"Have you made your choice?"  His son asked.



"It is difficult.  They are each so excellent, but the short girl in the

twin blond ponytails is so irresistibly innocent."  He stalked after his

prey.



The old priest bowed his head in a silent prayer to his mother's

spirit.  "Your vengeance is assured.  This girl may not look like much,

but she has a character he will discover too late.  It is sneaky and

dishonorable to use deceit and a surrogate, but I am after all my

father's son."



	Henry J. Cobb	hcobb@slip.net          http://www.io.com/~hcobb