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Ti Malice and his mount waited.
In a moment a woman came into the room. Its skin was the color of coffee and
milk mixed in equal amounts. Its hair, thick and wild, fell to its waist. It was
barefooted and obviously wore nothing under its thin white dress. Its arms were
slim, its breasts large, and its legs lithely muscled. Its eyes were black
irises floating in pools of red. Ti Malice would have smiled at the sight of it,
if he could, for it was his favorite steed.
"Ezili-je-rouge," he crooned through his mount, "you had to wait until Taureau
left, for you couldn't share a room with the bull and live."
It smiled a smile with even, perfectly white teeth. "It might be an interesting
way to die."
"It might," Ti Malice considered. He had never experienced death by means of
intercourse before. "But I have other needs for you. The blancs that have come
to visit us are rich and important. They live in America and, I'm sure, have
access to many interesting sensations that are unavailable on our poor island."
Ezili nodded, licking red lips.
"I've set plans in motion to make some of these blancs mine, but to ensure my
success, I want you to go to their hotel, take one of the others, and make it
ready for my kiss. Choose one of the strong ones."
Ezili nodded. "Will you take me to America with you?" she asked nervously.
Ti Malice had his mount reach out an ancient, withered hand and caress Ezili's
large, firm breasts. It shivered with delight at the touch of the mount's hand.
"Of course, my darling, of course."

iii.
"A limousine?" Chrysalis said with an icy smile to the broadly grinning man
wearing dark glasses who was holding the door for her. "How nice. I was
expecting something with four-wheel drive."
She climbed into the backseat of the limo, and Digger followed her. " I wouldn't
complain," he said. "They haven't let the press go anywhere. You should've seen
what I had to go through to crash the dinner party. I don't think they like
reporters much ... here. . ."
His voice ran down as he flopped onto the rear seat next to Chrysalis and noted
the expression on her face. She was staring at the facing seat, and the two men
who occupied it.
One was Dorian Wilde. He was looking more than a little tipsy and fondling a
cocomacaques similar to the one Chrysalis had seen that afternoon. The stick
obviously belonged to the man who was sitting next to him and regarding
Chrysalis with a horrible frozen grin that contorted his scarred face into a
death mask.
"Chrysalis, my dear!" Wilde exclaimed as the limo pulled away into the night.
"And the glorious fourth estate. Dug up any juicy gossip lately?" Digger looked
from Chrysalis to Wilde to the man sitting next to him and decided that silence
would be his most appropriate response. "How rude of me," Wilde continued. "I