"Hey, Flashe baby," a squeaky voice said, interrupting the Submaster's thoughts and plopping down in the red leather seat to his left, "what you say we start slowing Celest down." Flashe Molecule blinked his coffee-brown eyes, rubbed his round, bearded face a few times, and turned slowly toward Kitt Crust. He threw his hands up at the sight. Of course she was naked again! It wouldn't be so bad if there was something to see, but Kitt was bean pole skinny, with knobby knees and broad shoulders....

At the downtown intersection where Bobby McGreggor sold hot dogs three weekends a month, the stop-and-go traffic of an early Saturday night humming and honking until the wee hours of the morning, a smorgasbord of men and women were giving the tree-lined sidewalks a bit of business. They visited coffeehouses and dance clubs, window shopped and talked, individuals and couples alike stopping occasionally at the hot dog stand for a quick meal or quick conversation. Teenagers and over-aged adolesc...

"RRAARRGG!" the creature bellowed out from behind. "Go, go, go!" Jane shouted as the arched hallway opened onto the cellar floor. "RRAARRGG!" the creature roared once more. We spotted the steep wooden steps leading up to the kitchen and Jane sped pass me, stamping her imprint into the aged wood. A single yellow bulb at the top of the stairs lit the way up. My black patents landed on the second step, the fourth, but the leather soles slipped on the slick wood. A sharp crack sounded as my palm...