Subject:      "The Man of Ice" Saga, (F->M fiction)
From:         andy@erols.com (Andrew)
Date:         1996/10/26
Message-Id:   <54s2mp$cc8@boursy.news.erols.com>


  Article Segment 5 of 6

The crowd cheers; all the challengers are laughing-- even
the refs find this surprise amusing.  The face tickling goes on until
Mike's body stiffens . . . and then finally convulses with a hearty
sneeze!  The French Maid relents, withdrawing the feather duster from
his face and releasing her hold on his hair.</P>
     "Ooh!  God bless you," she coos teasingly.</P>
     Then, while Mike is struggling with another sneeze, the French
Maid moves the feather tickling to Mike's left upperarm.  The feathers
descend in a slow sensual caress, barely grazing the flesh there,
bristling the hair as they reach the edge of the armpit like a breeze
moving through foliage.  She watches him closely for any trace of
weakness during this moment of distraction, as his nostrils tingle
with a maddening itch.  When the first feather touches the bare skin
beneath the hairy underarm, she sees the faintest tremor pass through
his torso and grins triumphantly.  Mike sneezes again, disrupting the
remaining motion of the feathers.</P>
     "Bless you again, mon frer!" the French Maid says, grinning at
his discomfort.</P>
     Mike mashes his nose against his right bicep, vigorously grinding
his itching nose against the muscle until the frustrating urge to
sneeze passes.  The French Maid plucks two feathers out of the feather
duster and sets it on The Bed.  She sits down as close to Mike's torso
as she can manage ....