Comic Room
By Lorie

	As she shoved the last box on to the shelf, she 
sighed with relief. At last it's done she thought. 
All of Gene's comic books are in order, cataloged, 
and stored in protective bags. Being a 'starving 
artist' meant having to take some odd jobs, but this 
was the best. When her friend called offering her a 
part-time job working at the comic shop, she was 
eager to accept. The pay was okay and the hours were 
perfect to allow her to paint. It was while she was 
working there that she ended up with a side job of 
organizing Gene Simmons' comic book collection while 
he was gone on tour. He'll be back tomorrow and it 
will be done. She stopped by tonight to put the 
finishing touches on the library. It was a hot day so 
she wasn't wearing much, just a halter-top, shorts, 
and sandals. She wished she could stay in the air-
conditioning all night, but knew she had to leave. 
She didn't want to break the rules that were set when 
she took this job on. She needed the money. What she 
really wished was that Gene was here now. She had 
been a KISS fan forever and Gene had always been her 
favorite. It was because of him she took up art. She 
filled countless pages with sketches of him. But she 
learned long ago wishes rarely come true.
	Gene pulled into the driveway and saw the little 
beat-up car sitting there and wondered what the hell 
was going on. He didn't stay with the band for an 
extra day after the last show of their tour like 
planned, but flew home the next day. He just wanted 
to sleep in his own bed and was thinking about with 
whom while driving home from the airport. It took him 
a few moments to remember the young lady he hired to 
organize his large comic book collection. He smiled 
as he recalled the sexy little artist who came over 
right before he left on tour to get the keys to the 
house and get instructions as to what was to be done. 
Well if she's here that solves my problem about 
tonight he thought as he walked in the front door. He 
walked upstairs to the room he set aside for his 
comic library and was caught by surprise by vision 
before him. There she was, wearing practically 
nothing, bent over a box of posters. He just stood in 
the doorway, admiring the view. 
	When she stood up to unroll the poster in her 
hand, she saw him standing there jumped back in 
shock. "Uh...Hi," she stammered. "You weren't 
supposed to be back until tomorrow. I'm almost 
finished. I just wanted to hang up some of these cool 
posters." She was talking fast trying to hide her 
nervousness. Oh does he look good, she thought, I've 
got to hurry up and get out of here before I make a 
fool of myself. She started explaining quickly 
everything she had done and jumping from here to 
there showing him the catalog she made up. Gene kept 
up to her, chuckling to himself about her antics. 
She's nervous, he mused, but I'll take care of that. 
	At one point, she rolled her shoulders, trying 
to relieve the tightness there. Gene walked behind 
her and began to massage her shoulders and neck. The 
moment his hands touched her bare flesh, she tensed 
up, not believing what was happening. "Relax," he 
whispered onto her ear, "You're all tense. Let me 
take care of you." He lightly massaged her back and 
arms, relishing in the feel of her soft skin. She 
stood there, feeling his hands glide across her skin, 
her heart beating faster and faster until she thought 
she would faint. He could tell she was getting 
excited and turned her around to face him. Her eyes 
were smoky with desire and her lips were quivering, 
ready for a kiss. "You want it, baby?" he whispered. 
He didn't wait for her answer. He lowered his mouth 
to hers to claim the kiss waiting for him. He plunged 
his long tongue into her mouth and tasted her 
sweetness. He reached around her and untied the 
strings of her halter-top and let it fall to the 
floor. She couldn't think. She was shaking, dizzy, 
excited. She started to waver when he lowered her to 
the floor. He then unzipped her shorts and pulled 
them off. He knelt there for a minute, his eyes 
slowly traveling the length of her body enjoying what 
he saw. She couldn't take it much longer. She reached 
up and unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and 
pulled it off of him. 
	The next few minutes were a blur. 
        Afterward as she lay there she thought wishes 
really DO come true.