Oooooo... I gonna hate myself in the morning!

This is (despite my better judgement) yet another installment to my 'Unforseen Side Affects' line of quick-escape stories. It follows almost directly after 'Daughter-in-Law to Unforseen Side Affect'. You will need to read all the stories to make (cough) *sense* of this. (This story makes #4. Number #2 was 'Daughter of Unforseen Side Affects'). You will also need to know that I subscribe to the motto: Nobody Dies. Nobody Ever Dies! This is because that allows for more characters to playfully bite. :)=

Kyer owns not Forever Knight. Sony/Tristar has 'em and won't let go. (Something like LaCroix holding onto Nicholas.)

Although comments can be sent to: [email protected], snider ones should be sent to Javiette, who in his perversion, <G>, pleaded most strongly for another story. (<sigh> I have the will-power of limp daisy.)

So, here you go, Javiette. And may the Creator have mercy on your poor, shrivelled soul. Now, Leave Me Alone! <BEG> ; >

<Thump a-thump, thump; thump a-thump, thump>
"... and you were never a woman."
*lt;Thump a-thump, thump; thump a-thump, thump>
"No?"
<Thump a-thump, thump; thump a-thump, thump> "No."
"Sure?"
<Thump a-thump, thump; thump a-thump, thump> "Yes."
"Aw.............. ok."
"Good <Thump a-thump, thump> Oh, and about the borrowed Condemned Bimbo dress. Have it dry cleaned before you return it to mee--er--Nat."
"Man, o man, o man! Do I *have* to? Myra really took a shi--"
<Thump a-thump, thump; thump a-thump, thump>
"Ok."

~~~~~~~ later at the morgue ~~~~~~~~

"Well, how did it go, Nick?"

"Fine, Nat. He won't remember a thing about being runner up for Miss Happy Souvlaki, and thanks to Janette's help, neither will the rest of the precinct."

"And what about Myra?"

"She was a bit harder to whammy what with being so upset about 'Danielle' coming so close to winning the Monthly Skin Pretty Cosmetics Sales Competition."

"<chuckle> Couldn't stand the competition, eh?"

"Couldn't bear the thought of losing the prize. First Place was a pair of tickets to Montreal."

"Just as well. I don't think Skanke is really big on flying."

"Yeah."

"So.... where's the infamous vessel he drank from?"

"The what?"

"The tumbler, Nick. Where's the rest of the potion you took from here by mistake?"

"Oops."

"Oops?!"

"Um... in all the excitement... I kind of forgot about it."

"*Forgot* about it?!!!"

"Even vampire memory can get a bit side tracked when you have a somewhat Ruebenesque, garlic-breathed, Elvis side-burned hussy chasing after you, Nat."

"<pause> I see your point. Oh, well--- maybe it'll be ok. I mean, how many people in the precinct besides Skanke would causually imbibe what just looked like someone else's abandoned cup of water sitting unattended on their desk?"

<Pause>

<angsty pause>

"REESE!!!"

"REESE!!!"

~~~~~~~meanwhile, back at the precinct: Captain's office ~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Commissioner Vetter? About that State Dinner tonight... do you think I'd look better in a flowery pastel suit or something more lacey?"

************* The End. And I *mean* it this time!!! ***********

Kyer, Loyal Squire(ette) to the Knight de Brabant; Knight de Soir; Schitzoid Knightie, with Definite leanings toward the CotK.