Subject: [FFML] {FFML]Sick fics: we have a situation, Sir!
From: "Nabiki's Lover" <ingram88@centrin.net.id>
Date: 5/17/1998, 10:21 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

N's L checks out his Mac Duff bag (the same as Van Helsing):
"Garlic? ok"
"Aconit? ok"
"Crucifix, buddhas, David star, and any other religious symbols? ok"
"Holy water, oil and salt? ok"
"Heavy Gatling 30/30mm vulcan? loaded"
"Orbital M.A.S.E.R beam? Sequence loaded."

OK, now, Ryoucilo! You were the one who threatened to unleash P-chan's
Lover lemon version!
I just want to be ready...
Still it's okay if you don't...^_^;



-- /Nabiki's Lover\ ******************************************* |When the door closed Nabiki turned in her| |bed, still smiling in her sleep.[...] She| |probably realized that it needed the rain| |tapping on her window pane to free her from| |this world." | | from: "The Rain on the Window Pane" | *********************************************