Dedication is written by me, years and years ago when I was in high school.
It is protected under copyright law 1987.
Chapter One
The day was one of those near perfect days that you never seem find when you are on vacation. The sun shone brightly yet not in that Texas style gruelling way. There was a slight breeze, just enough to keep you feeling alive. It was a wonderful day for swimming and picnics. It was quickly apparent that most of the local residents agreed with such an assessment, as the downtown area of Sinsity was quite bereft of its usual bustle.
On this fine day, our not so bright hero, Steve, walked through the door of Purely Basics Robotics. Perhaps ‘walk’ is not the correct word as Steve moved forth with a swagger that only a young male can have, as only the young are ignorant enough to swagger when walking into the type of misadventure that poor Steve was about to have.
Steve, blind as he was to his upcoming troubles, sauntered inside nonchalantly. I would like to point out however, that his nonchalance could readily be mistaken for a decided aura of confidence, if not for the many dire things he had already heard about this establishment. He had only recently heard of Purely Basics before this morning, and what he had heard was not the sort of information that lends one confidence.
As the door clicked behind him, forever altering his destiny, he stopped, staring in open mouthed astonishment.
His astonishment can be forgiven, for what he was seeing was unique in a fashion that would devastate any hormonal young man who faced such sights with a definite lack of experience. No, Steve was definitely not known as a ladies’ man by any means and the wonders he beheld at that moment most certainly would have given pause even to the most dastardly Casanova's.
You see, what held young Steve’s attention was the centre of the room and all it’s glory. Dominating the centre of the room was an amazing display. Strobe lights were flashing fast enough to play with one’s sense of reality, allowing only frame by frame glimpses of the display itself. The light display was impressive enough on it’s own, yet Steve’s mind was hardly concerned with disco lights.
No, Steve, fine young man that he was, had his attention entirely upon the goddess like vixen that was posing provocatively in the very centre of the display. Steve could only assume that she was posing, with timing that was amazingly exact, as he could only see her in each flash of the strobe lights.
What he saw in those brief flashes, however, was enough to distract any red blooded male under the age of 90. She was astounding, beautiful, ethereal and oh-so-hot. Her skin glistened as if painted with gold. Her hair glittered as if it was spun from the Milky Way itself. And those curves were surely designed just for this moment, for the intent purpose of rendering a fellow like Steve completely and utterly senseless. He drank in those little mini-glimpses of this voluptuous goddess-like babe as she stretched and shimmied, her skin glowing and body contorting in a manner that had our poor hero shutting down a great portion of his brain. (A great deal of skin was showing, I might add-to which you may feel some sympathy for our hero. You may want to wait a chapter or two before admitting such sympathy, as I am certain you will have many opportunities further on!) In one flash her head was thrown back provocatively, the next instant she was standing demurely, then she posed as utterly defiant and confident, then shy and bashful.
Now Steve was your typical young man-at nineteen years of age he had two main interests in life. Those interests in order of priority were girls and money. As Steve stood speechless, gawking with great interest at the young lady in question, curious physiological things were happening to him. Hormones were going rampant, his higher brain functions were shutting down and he was becoming (in fast stages) a blooming imbecile. At that moment he had not a concern for his surroundings, his purpose of being in the building, the stories he had heard or even a care for his own well being. His entire mind and body were focused on each of the split second images.
