Titans of Chaos

It was a summer night, and I was bathing with the windows open, for the night wind was warm,and carried odors of the sea, the noise of traffic. It made me feel all the more warm and comfy, allpink and nude beneath my layer of scented bubbles, to think of those poor motorists, creepingfrom red light to red light, going about whatever business men go about, far from their homes.

A cold breeze made me shiver. A drop fell from the steam-bedewed fixture above, and touched mynose. A cold drop. One that had turned to hail as it fell from the ceiling to the tub. s"

Boreas, his huge reddish wings furling about him, was stepping in through the leftmost window.

His hair hung loose and waving around his shoulders. His fierce eyes lingered along the littlewindows of transparent water gaps in the suds the cooler water had created. A mocking smiletouched his lips.

He wore little more than purple silk pantaloons. His calves and feet were bare. His chest wasnude. I saw the slide of muscles beneath his fair ruddy skin along his shoulders and arms. His eyeswere magnetic, drinking me in. And he had a very small half smile beneath his mustache.

I started to get up. Boreas leaned and yanked the towel off the rack and out of my reach, as wellas my flannel bathrobe. He threw them both casually behind him and out the window.

"Well, now, Miss Windrose, we have traveled far from Mare Boreum on Mars, but not so far, itseems, from Los Angeles, have we not?" he said, seating himself comfortably on the rim of thebath. He crossed his legs and folded his hands atop his knee. Very casual, very calm, veryin-control.

I shrank down, covering my breasts with one hand and arm, folding my hand between my crotchwith the other.

The last time I was in this position, it was Grendel Glum trying to rape me with his eyes.

"Turn around," I said. "I'm naked."

He looked skeptical, rubbed the back of his head with his hand, as if to massage an old bruise, butsaid nothing.

For about the span of time it takes for a startled and badly frightened girl to slowly regain controlof her breathing, he sat, staring down at my bubble-hidden body, saying nothing.

Of course, that made it worse. I wondered if he was going to spank me again. He looked like hewas in the mood.

I drew a shaking breath, and forced out in a calm voice, "What do you want, HeadmasterBoggin?"