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giving it one of those clichéd "and it was all a dream" endings next. Perhaps his raggedy travelling queen could inspire him?  He decided to risk another peek; but when he turned around, the outlandish couple had gone and a mind-numbingly ordinary family group had replaced them at the table they'd occupied.
    Wesley felt more bitter disappointment. Even his two "sex zombies" had let him down now, just like everyone else.
    Why hadn't he had the guts to approach them? He could have given them a lift somewhere. They would probably have turned out to be deadly boring after all that fantasizing, but at least it would have been better than being alone.
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    In an alley, tucked away behind the kitchens, bold Luciferia Jones had now lost most of her confidence -- and virtually all of her beauty. Her perfect bone structure was still very much in evidence though; and frighteningly so, because now a good deal of it was actually visible. Big, sad tears rolled over what was left of her cheeks, and she cringed like an animal from the light, desperate to hide her sorry state from the eyes of her beloved fellow traveler.
    "I never believed it would get this far, Maxi," she sobbed, "Please don't look at me! I'm not all that nice any more."
    "Hush, Lucie. It's all right," he whispered, turning her ravaged face towards him. He looked at her without a trace of revulsion or horror, and Lucie felt wave after wave of consolation being pushed across the mind-link that joined them. "It doesn't matter to me what you look like. I love you."
    "Even when all that's left of me is just a bag of slimy bones?"
    "I'll love you for all eternity, Luciferia my queen," he replied gravely, "I'll still love you when we're both nothing more than sentient dust!"
    "Oh Maxi, I love you too!" mumbled Luciferia, tangling the words in the ruins of her mouth. Aching with feeling, she laid her finger-bones against her lover's cheek. A cheek that was green-hued and vaguely slippery now, she observed sadly. Maxi had more power left than she did, but even he was on his way out now. His lips were freezing as he laid them reverently on her smudgy eyes, her bare white cheekbones and the blurred toothy space where her own shapely lips should have been.
    "Cheer up, Lucie, let's be together just one more time... then blow all our reserves on this sorcerer." She felt the grinding of his bones as he pressed himself against her, and then something harder and more insistent than bone, poking at her soft, sagging belly.
    "I doubt if we'll get close enough now," she gasped as he whipped up the rags of her skirt, "He'll run a mile as soon as he sets eyes on us. Never mind letting us... Oh, Maxi!" She whimpered with pleasure as he entered her, plunging his long, cool shaft into her yielding mushiness with a stroke that was deep, sweet and true, "Never mind letting us touch him!"
    "But you said you'd got through to him," persisted Maxi, his thin hips pumping her so hard and fast that she rattled.
    "Oh God, yes! Maxi!" she groaned, both answering and coming simultaneously as her last shred of muscle tone embraced him, "But I'd hoped we might still be presentable to look at."
    "We're not so bad," the jerking Maxi panted, showing a hot flash of rapture in the darkness of his void-cold eyes.
    "Oh Sweetheart, bless you, but even you don't look like death warmed up any more. And as for me..." She let her face, a study in disintegration, speak for itself.
    "We've nothing to lose!" said Maximillian, his voice firm, his body less so, and his icicle penis now soft, "We might as well give it a whirl."
    "You're right, my darling, we'll try," Luciferia replied, a tiny flame of hope alight in her shivering terror. She must try, she decided, she must! If only for her beloved Maxi's sake...
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    "Goddamnit to hell!"
    A figure leapt out of the bushes and Wesley jammed on the brakes. He had been trundling his battered old Ford along the poorly lit slipway and it took him several seconds to