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From: Sexana Holiday
Subj: Cupids Arrow chpt 1&2

Hello all,
    Sexana Holiday is back with a whole new holiday adventure just for you.  I
hope you enjoy.  It happened just last Valentine's Day at a friend's party.
Well tell me what you think so far.  I will type out the first two chapters
tonight.  I will hopefully finish the story by Valentine's Day.  I hope all my
adoring fans are still around to enjoy.  Well.  Here it is. :)

                            Cupid's Arrow
                                 by
                           Sexana Holiday
                              Chapter 1

    It was Valentine's Day and my supposed boyfriend wouldn't take me out.  He
complained he had the flu.  Well, I'll show him.  I'll have a great time at my
girlfriend's Valentines party without him.  Who knows, maybe I'll just meet
someone new.  That would show him.
    I arrived at the party fashionably late.  After doing a couple of shots of
Tequila and drinking a Bloody Mary, I was ready to have some fun.  Scoping the
scene, I found about five candidates to keep me warm that night.  Before I had
a chance to flirt with any of them, my girlfriend Gretchen rang a tiny bell to
call all to attention.
    "OK everyone.  It's now time for our annual Valentine's Hunt.  Men, you
will find some nerf archery sets in the other room.  My fellow women, you are
their targets.  The rules are simple.  Whomever you shoot, you sleep with
right then and there.  No questions asked.  Don't worry ladies, each archery
set comes with a condom and we will shall receive a five minute head start.
Lets get our coats and get ready for some action."
    All the women grabbed their coats while the men grabbed their bows and
arrows.  My heart raced as I thought of the game.  I hoped Larry with his
football shoulders and tight end would be the one to sack me.  Or even Will
"The Thrill," our black center on our high school basketball team.  I heard he
had a large slammer.  Just don't let it be Gretchen's overweight dad.  I hate
screwing with my friend's parents.  It always made visits awkward.
    Well, once the clock rang midnight us women ran out Gretchen's back door
and into the woods.  Though they should have waited the five minutes, the men
came running in only one.  Since I was in decent shape, I ran ahead of the
pack.  Only my chest bouncing got in my way.  Thank heavens I didn't wear my
high heel shoes that snowy cold night.
    Stopping by a barren thick tree to catch my breath, I could just make out
Gretchen.  She had her back to me as she began to strip;  unfortunately, I
couldn't tell who shot her.  Knowing that the men were this close, I began to
circle around and hide.  I wanted to pick out my hunk of an archer.  Nerdy
Geoffrey and his overbite ran right past me.  Thank God.  I waited another
five minutes for another archer to come along.  When none did, I started to
walk back to the house.  At least, I thought I was walking towards the house.
Gretchen and her lover should have been between me and the house but were not.
 Had they finished already?  Poor Gretchen.  I walked for another ten minutes
and still found nobody.  I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.

    In the woods, alone and frightened, I noticed a small light coming from
the east.  Upon entering the clearing, I found an old small shack made
entirely of wood.  Circling around, I peered through the window.  Sure enough,
someone had lit a fire inside this wooden cabin but nobody was inside.  Since
I was freezing, I tried to lift the window but it wouldn't budge.  For the
hell of it, I tried the door.  To my surprise, someone left it open.  I walked
inside to warm myself up.
    Kneeling next to the fire, I rubbed my hands together.  I should never
have worn this miniskirt.  Actually, I should have worn some panties.  How was
I to know we would play outdoor games?  The heat began to soften my nipples as
I leaned closer to the fire.  As I basked in the warmth of the flames,
something hit me in my box.  Turning around, I quickly found the culprit.
Someone had shot me with a nerf arrow.  But who?  Looking around, I noticed
the window as well as the door remained closed.  Nobody was in sight.  Going
over to the old mattress, I checked underneath.  Nothing.  Whoever shot me was
a good camouflager.  It sure as hell couldn't be fat Dave.  Walking over to
the sink, I checked the cabinets underneath.  Still nobody.  I felt
perplexed to say the least.  Whoever shot me was not claiming his prize.  He
had to be behind the last remaining closed door.  Grabbing a stick from the
ground, I held it like a sword.  Maybe it wasn't anyone at the party?  Maybe
the person who lived here killed one of the guys and stole his bow and arrows?
 I didn't want to take any chances.
    Throwing the door open with a bang I smacked the John hard with the stick.
 The stick broke.  The john did not.  My archer had only one other place to
hide:  the shower.  Using my stick as an extension of my arm, I ripped the
shower curtain off the rod.  Ew!  Mildew!  Nobody hid in the shower.  Who the
hell shot me?  Quickly exiting the
bathroom, I went to get my coat;  unfortunately, a sudden breeze knocked out
the fire.  Darkness fell in the shack.  A creepy chill went down my spine. Too
spooked to stick around, I decided to flee.
    Upon grabbing the main door handle, I heard a loud whizzing sound followed
by a sudden burst of wind and a loud thud.  Reaching with my hand to see what
it was, I felt a long stick with feathers on the end sticking out of the door.
 Somebody just shot a real arrow at me!!!  Panicking, I went for the handle
again.

    So what do you think so far?  Does this sound like a start of a beautiful
story or what?  :)  If you want to hear the sordid details of what happened
next, please say so.  Every response I get is like an orgasm to me.  If you
want to arouse me, respond.  :)

                                       Sexana Holiday

(to be continued...)