And so it came to pass the epic journey of Maheu was woven into the fabric of history, legend and myth. As generations read and discussed the adventures of Maheu, there were rumors of The Lost Chapters. No one knew if they really existed, was it simply hearsay passed down through the years? Or were there really other chapters to the GCSS? It has been said that in one of The Lost Chapters we find out what happens in the big Scrabble game. But no one knows for sure. Scholars have dismissed the existence of any additional text, but the rumors persist - The Lost Chapters are out there.

Someday, someone will find them. And then we’ll know.

We’ll all know.

written by A. Vagina

Suzanne walked behind H.L. (as she had come to think of her) down a hallway that seemed at once endless and friendly, very much like a Las Vegas hotel hallway of a certain type. Not sure what kind of tea party to expect, she internally confessed some trepidation, but the promise of seeing Wendy was enough motivation to keep her moving for now.

The walls changed slightly—indeed they seemed to move slightly—and H.L. took a turn through a doorway Suzanne had not even seen.

“Welcome to the tea party, my friend.”

As H.L. stepped aside, Suzanne could see a truly wondrous room. It was full of people of all shapes and sizes lounging on floating settees. The walls pulsed with a gentle light and music drifted through the room and seemed to enter her very being. She gradually found herself feeling deeply content.

As she looked around, a settee floated down to the ground and she felt compelled to get on it. It gently lifted itself in the air and then moved, rather improbably, in response to the smallest thought from Suzanne. She touched its velvety fabric and thought that the sensation of floating was quite wonderful. She looked around and tested her ability to move the floating sofa. Soon, she found it natural and relaxed back into its comforts.

Suddenly, her settee seemed to be moving of its own accord, but she wasn’t bothered. She relaxed and enjoyed the sights and sounds as she floated across the vast expanse of the room. People were laughing and smiling. A drink floated toward her and she reached out as it settled into her hand. Her sofa-chariot drifted toward another and she could see, to her delight, Wendy reclined on it.

Before she knew what had happened their two conveyances merged in a flash of light and sound not unlike a really fantastic orgasm. The two settees became one and Suzanne was back in the arms of her true love. Their new double-sized floating device turned slightly such that they could see the room was open-air on one side, with a ocean of green and yellow and blue lapping gently against the beach just past the floor. Dolphins, merfolk, and beluga whales gamboled in the surf. Gentle laughter drifted in and out with the waves.

She sighed contentedly thinking of how marvelous (and harrowing!) her adventure had been. She noticed people she knew as their couches gathered effortlessly around her couch. All her family and friends were soon hovering nearby and pleasant conversation soon filled her ears. She smiled at Wendy.

“Just think, blogging made this utopia possible,” Wendy mused.

“Blogging makes anything possible.” Suzanne agreed.

The wonders of this world Suzanne found herself in would have to wait to for another day. She was sure that adventure awaited her again. For tonight, though, she was content to enjoy the best blogger party ever.

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As she fell further and further downward, flashes of Alice in Wonderland falling through the Rabbit Hole flashed through her mind.

THUD. Suzanne hit the bottom, none too gracefully. She opened her eyes, not quite sure what she was seeing for those few moments it took her eyes to adjust to the brightness. Standing up Suzanne rubbed her now sore backside. “Where the fuck am I?” she wondered as she glanced around the strange, yet inviting bedroom. It looks normal enough she thought as she glanced around and saw a king size, four poster bed topped by a white fluffy down comforter, accompanied by equally fluffy pillows. Her eyes continued to trail around the room, taking in the double dresser with a vase of beautiful cut flowers. Her eyes suddenly grew to twice their size as she took a second look at the nightstand. “No fucking way!” she said to herself. “Don’t even go near it” the little voice in her head told her. “Oh be quiet!” Suzanne responded, ready to muzzle the annoying voice of reason. “It can’t be” she muttered aloud. Walking over to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her, she stood in stunned silence, realizing no tricks were being played. There, in front of her, laid a Rabbit Habit, the very vibrator Wendy had been begging her to buy during their secret little jaunt to the adult store while on that trip this summer to see The Boy.

Just as Suzanne was about to reach out to get a closer look at Rabbit Habit she heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Looking at the door with a mixture of fear and curiosity, Suzanne was stunned when a beautiful blonde woman, dressed as Alice in Wonderland, stepped through the door. Suzanne couldn’t take her eyes off of the ravishing beauty standing before her. “Welcome!” exclaimed the blonde, her arms reaching out, waiting for a hug, as if she were an old friend. “I’m so glad you’re able to join us at our tea party.” Suzanne shook her head slightly in disbelief, her silver curls swaying ever so gently. Not wanting to be rude, she walked toward the blonde, ready to return the hug, albeit a bit shyly since she really didn’t know this stunning creature, but couldn’t pass up being close to her. As she crossed the room, the beautiful blonde seemed to morph before her eyes. What first looked like Alice in Wonderland was now none other than Heather Locklear, standing before her, waiting with open arms. Holy shit, she’s on my freebie list! Wait until Wendy hears about this! Suzanne reached out to hug Heather, not quite able to find her voice to speak. “Well now, are you ready?” Heather asked. “Let’s get a move on, the tea party awaits! Oh, and don’t worry about that little rabbit over there,” she added with a wink, “It’ll be here when you get back.”

While none of this was making a bit of sense to Suzanne she didn’t know what to say or do, so she just went along. “Now of course we don’t really drink tea, sweetie,” Heather said, hooking her arm through Suzanne’s. “Tea is just our little code for good beer.” Hearing that Suzanne suddenly found her voice. “Beer? Now we’re talking!” “So just where are we?” Suzanne asked. “And do you have any idea where Wendy is?” Heather looked at her with what could only be described as a saucy little smile. “Not to worry my dear, your every question, wish, and possibly every fantasy awaits you, and so does Wendy.”

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Susan! A rush of heat with the memory, my God that was a night! Distracted for the moment, her mind travels back to a time of sensuous discovery and erotic exploration. The dreaminess of the experience, so young, experimenting, susceptible to the charms of an older woman, “I do love women!” She exclaims.

Why can’t it be in color? But how? Who? I have fallen in a rabbit’s hole Suzanne thought. I need a beer.

Suddenly her attention is pulled from the hot ass fuckin’ scene on the television to a scratching sound near the door. “Pixie? Is that you?” “It’s me Wen, I want in on the action…I mean come on, Susan Sarandon! You can share.”

“Honey, it’s just the TV and this place has gone all Alice in Wonderland. Can you get through the door? Do you have a Swiss Army knife with you?”

“Babe, I was thinking we need a dildo and a couple of beers.” Wendy insisted.

Suddenly the walls began to quake, the images in the room fade, a great clatter, the television explodes (Damn, I have to get a copy of that tape, Suzanne thought) the floor opens and down she goes, and down and down.

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The door behind her opened. A wave of dread hovered over her. Maheu spun around. The door froze, half open. She suddenly felt as if she was in a film that had just stopped in mid-frame. She looked to the window. A bird in mid-flight hung motionless in the blue sky. A flag stiffly clung to its pole. It looked like a painting. She walked over to the window to touch it. It was a painting. She patted and pressed the wall like a mime trying to get out of an invisible box. “This was a window. A real window. What the fuck?” She quickly spun around. The President stood still, caught in mid-sentence. The fear that was beginning to envelope her was trumped by her need to touch the President. Maheu stepped closer and put her hand on the President’s shoulder. Her hand then passed through the President’s arm. “Holy shit! Trish! Trish!” she flailed her arms through the image before her. Then, as if to finally convince herself some serious, weird shit was going on, Maheu stepped through the image of the President three times. Back and forth and back again. The door slammed shut.

Everything in the office was a mirage, a hologram. Panicked, she ran through the President’s desk and chair. She attempted to kick the big globe in the corner and fell flat on her ass. She pulled on the door knob but the door was locked. She pounded on the door, “Help! Help me! Somebody fucking help me!” Fear chased her. Her mind raced. She stood still but felt like she was running at breakneck speed. She wildly passed her hands through every object in the room like a child desperately grabbing bubbles that pop before she reaches them. Exasperated, she threw a swinging punch at the television in the corner. “SHIT!” She jumped back. Her hand throbbed. The television was real.

With the excitement of a sea weary sailor who just spied land she exclaimed, “The TV is real! The TV is fucking real!” She reached to turn it on. It was an old, black and white TV, the knob was missing but the image that popped onto the screen was clear. Two women were passionately kissing on a bed in a hotel room. The women wrestled. Their bodies moved on the bed in a sensual dance of give and take. Clothes began to peel off. Transfixed, Maheu’s fear was replaced by the spark of recognition and by just being fucking turned on. One of the women in that bed was her. She could only get a partial glimpse of the other woman. Then she saw her face. She saw the other woman’s face. It was Susan Sarandon!

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Maheu stepped a few steps closer to HRD (Her Royale Douche-bag) and said with as much conviction as she could muster under the condition that she was in, “I need a few minutes to myself. Where is the ladies room?”

An aide took her by the elbow and escorted her out of the Triangle office and down a corrider that had p

ortraits of women Maheu didn’t recognize. She fleetingly wondered if these could be some of HRD’s latest conquests and almost giggled, but caught herself. The aide would think she was

losing her

mind under the situation. When she was left alone with her thoughts in a bathroom that could almost be the size of a bedroom, her sat down with her notes.

HRD was the kind of woman who made both women and men tremble. Some with fear and some with an intense sexual arousal that could almost be painful. She affected Maheu in neither way at this time. All Maheu could think about was Whit. But there was work to be done.

If the Merekats were to be saved without risking personal injury to the many innocent bystanders, there was going to have to be LOTS of planning. My GOD… just figuring out the route to take could take

hours. Maheu was nothing if not meticulous when it came to planning a trip, not to mention a rescue attempt that would lead them thru desert, swamp and jungles. It was hard to believe that you could find all those terrains in the United States, but that’s what the paperwork she had read had lead her to believe.

Maheu was tired. How long had she been up with Whit before receiving the call from the Triangle Office Chief of Staff telling her she was needed to help with a Top Secret assignment? It all seemed like a dream. She and Whit had come so close … close enough that Maheu could still smell her. She closed her eyes and smiled. But then looked around. She walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. This sure wasn’t the same person that HRD knew all those years ago. Though just in the brief time she had been in HRD’s office, she could see that things never change around HRD. Everyone was running around taking care of getting things for her. Just what was it that caused people to treat this woman this way, Maheu wondered to herself. It was sickening that one person could affect people this way.

She found herself drifting back to a time when she had first met HRD. Though back then, she was not just HRD, but just known as Trish. How she hated that name! It was SO not what a Trish should look like. No pony-tail for this woman. Though she was butch, you could still tell she was a woman. She had curves, but didn’t flaunt them. She dressed for comfort, that was for sure, but still sexy. She hadn’t been burned by anyone when Maheu first knew her. She was kind and her blue eyes kind of sparkled when she spoke. She was direct, even then, but not in a confrontational way, but more in an inquisitive and ‘most interested in what you had to say’, way. It was unnerving at times. To have such an attractive woman be that in tune with you and Maheu remembers feeling that it was as if HRD was looking through her and could see in her more than even Maheu knew about herself.

They had shared a passion filled affair. One that Maheu had to break off from, as she felt that she was losing her identity the more she was falling in love with HRD. She knew it would be impossible for it to last. HRD was too much for any one woman to handle and didn’t appreciate any of the attention that she received. It was as if she expected it.

But she was not about to let Maheu leave easily and she made it clear that Maheu would have to kill her to get past her and out of her life. That’s the way that HRD was. Melodramatic. It was pathetic really. It wasn’t as if she were really into Maheu or could not live without her. She had many who would have gladly filled her place with HRD, but it was more about control. HRD was ALL about control.

But the woman was un-FUCK-ingbelievable in the sack. There were nights that Maheu wondered if she’d be able to move, let alone walk, the next day. They would make love for hours. It was as if HRD wanted to possess Maheu by training her body to only respond to her touch. And she knew how to touch. With her hands and her mouth. Every inch of Maheu’s body had been rubbed, tasted, fondled and sucked. They’d explored each other’s bodies intimately and slowly many times. It was as if they could never get enough from each other.

Maheu was jolted back to reality by the sound of a door slamming.

She almost forgot that she was supposed to be preparing for a meeting with HRD and being able to present her with some options for a rescue plan. She dried off her face and walked back to her papers and glanced down at her notes. She thought to herself, “well, here I go.”

When she knocked on the Triangle Office door, a different aide let her in and left the office while closing the door behind her. Maheu realized that she was alone in the office with HRD.

“Well, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it, my love?”, asked HRD. Her voice still sounded velvety, though strong to Maheu. But Maher vowed silently that she would not let this turn personal. After all, Whit trusted her to be here. To do her civic duty. She couldn’t break that trust. Not after what they had shared and promised each other. She felt a warmth begin between her legs and shook her head to refocus.

Maheu approached the desk, which HRD now sat behind (in typical control positioning) and smiled.

“Yes, I guess it has. You’ll excuse me if I remind you that we really don’t have time to play catch up at this point. There are people’s lives at stake. I don’t have time to play whatever games you are into these days, Trish. I’m not that same passive young thing that you made into your plaything all those years ago. I’m here to do a job. That’s all.”

There was silence and for a moment, Maheu thought that HRD was going to start yelling. She looked stern, yet controlled. Then she started laughing.

“Oh, hon. Relax. I was just saying hi to you. Please don’t take offense. My God, we are on the same side on this, aren’t we? Please, lets just get on with it. Don’t be so serious. It’s just us. My advisers will be in here in a few minutes and I asked them to give us a few minutes to get some things out of the way before we start with the planning session. I felt it was important to perhaps lay some ground rules before starting with the group, don’t you think?”

Maheu didn’t wait for her to continue. She held up her hand and said, “I’ll be laying the only rule down first, if you don’t mind. This will be done MY way. I know you’re the President, but you have no experience in this arena. This is MY jurisdiction and you MUST allow me the freedom to use MY people and do things the way I see fit. If that’s going to be a problem, tell me now and I’ll turn around and be on my way and you can find someone else to do this. But before you say anything to piss me off and leave for other reasons, think, Trish. You know me. I know you know what I’ve been up to the past 10 years. You know how thorough I am and how much I put myself into my work. I’m the best there is. So don’t let a little ego thing ruin the rescue mission for this group of innocent victims. Ok?”

Inside Maheu was shaking. She couldn’t get over how well HRD had aged. She started reprimanding herself. Willing herself to think of Whit.

(Who wouldn’t save the Merekats? C’mon. Click on the images for a larger picture. Illustrations by the ever fabulous MAW.)

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Whit came over to Maheu at this point and gently touched her cheek. “Things will work out babe…right now we need to find you some panties so you don’t keep HRD (Her Royale Douche-bag) waiting.” A charming grin flashed across Maheu’s face and she nodded her head in agreement. “Dealing with HRD is hard enough when things are going well…I don’t want to do anything to royally piss her off.”

Whit listened as the car pulled slowly down the driveway and watched the taillights fade into the night. She was still worked up from the kitchen encounter earlier and needed some relief. “Dudley, get out here right now and find my vibrator.”

With a cold Lite beer in one hand and her trusty vibrator in the other Whit climbed the stairs. The house seemed empty when Maheu was gone but when duty calls…duty calls.

Maheu reviewed the information about saving the Merekats in silence as the driver took her further away from the woman she craved and closer to the woman who could snap her head off with a simple look. She could still feel the heat between her legs and knew focusing on the issue at hand was going to be difficult if she didn’t get some relief. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and let her hand slide beneath the waistband of her chinos. The next thing she knew someone was tapping on the glass opening the door. “Shit” she muttered “I can’t catch a break.”

Maheu knew she had her work cut out for her. HRD had been a bean counter before being elected President and the numbers to save the Merekats just weren’t adding up. When Maheu entered the triangle office she could feel the tension in the air. “What the hell took you so long?” HRD said with venom on her tongue “We’ve been waiting almost an hour.” Maheu wanted to tell her what she really thought but bit her tongue instead. A slight blush colored her cheeks as she thought of Whit and the condition she left her in.

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Whittington stood panting in eerie silence as she watched Maheu field the unexpected call from her boss. Like a thousand times before, Maheu was playing this call from the President like a puppet maestro — plucking the woman’s naïve, dumbass strings with precision and finesse. Maheu was practically purring. Whit kept stroking Maheu’s throbbing clit - most nights like this Maheu adored being rubbed under the table by a secret hand while making domestic policy decisions with the Leader of the Free World - but Maheu pushed the hand away with more drama than Whit cared to notice.

Whit knew all too well from the furrow in Maheu’s brow that their intimate evening was over. Just another day in the life of the Vice President. Whit reached for her deep-blue lace panties on the hand-tumbled rosa marble floor, and whispered under her breath to their personal robot, “Oh… just fuck the bra, Dudley.” She took one last furtive grab of Maheu’s heaving, milky breast and walked to the refrigerator for another Lite beer. Uable to calm down, she was still thinking about Maheu’s swollen, ruby red lips. She uncharacteristically snapped at Dudley, “Where’s my vibrator?” Alas, Dudley ignored her and continued to wander around the kitchen in a futile search for Whit’s underwire bra. Dudley is as Dudley does.

As pissed as Maheu was about the interruption of her orgasm, she was jarred into action. She had been waiting for this moment all of her political career. She had compromised her personal life for years (her all-time low was delivering enough Senate votes to pass a bill requiring e-chip emotional implants to be installed under the skin of every lesbian constituent, including herself and Whit.). Running the country of New Greenland was not a nine-to-five job, and her devotion to public service came with its price. She had snuffed the steamy flames of Whit’s lust a million times, and she would have to do it again tonight. “All in due time, baby” she breathed to the shadows of the empty stainless, state-of-the-art kitchen. For the first time in several minutes, she realized she wasn’t wearing clothes except for the bra twisted about her neck and shoulder. Even Dudley had vanished… he had wandered off to the mudroom to (hide from her) fold laundry. Maheu leaned over the funk-a-delic concrete countertop, pulled the tin foil off the leftover grits, and stabbed her finger in the center with a “Phlunk!”

As excited as Maheu was about this career opportunity, she was torn about how to play this hand with The President aka HRD (Her Royale Douche-bag). Since swearing into office three and a half years ago, Maheu was able to orchestrate every move HRD made on foreign policy issues and most domestic ones. In fact, it was so easy to manipulate HRD — sometimes she felt as if it wasn’t really happening at all. She swirled her finger in the grits, pulled it slowly up to her mouth, and sucked with a distracted ecstasy… almost as if she was fucking a stranger in the restroom at the Planet.

But this time, she felt as if her heart was torn in half. This call from HRD rattled her to her very center. This was the first time a policy decision had anything to do with something going on in her personal life. It struck a nerve. “Whit?” she called down the hall.

“Yeah, baby?” Whit came back to the kitchen to get another beer. Looking at Maheu’s naked snatch, she began to laugh in a sleepy, sultry voice that would melt any lover, “Didn’t Dudley find your panties?” Maheu smiled grimly and said, “Hon, I don’t know if we can save the Merekats afterall.”

(Dudley Is As Dudley Does by MAW)

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Whittington, startled by the sound, looked across the room just as Maheu was rematerializing on the platform. She knew things were dire well before catching the look on Maheu’s face because the plan had been set for them to be apart a fortnight more. The agony shone through Maheu’s eyes and Whit felt it in her soul. Both women had decided to keep their emotion implants when the resistance was formed because they thought it would better help them to blend in, sort of use the chip against its creators. They did, however, opt to have the tracking portion eradicated with the remaining part of the chip modified to their specifications.

Maheu was about to spew forth every last detail of the past weeks’ efforts but her early return made it abundantly clear that all had been for naught. A swift brush of Whit’s finger to Maheu’s lips told her that anything she had to say would definitely wait for later recall. Whit’s finger remained on Maheu’s lips, a signal established between them long ago that silence was essential and all defenses used to control the emotion implants would cease in favor of feeling emotions fully.

In a nanosecond, Maheu had responded as if by wrote by raising her hand opposite Whit’s free one and skin to skin, pore to pore, their energy combined when the circuit of their life forces was completed. The energy swirled freely and after a brief moment, they nodded their bowed heads to each other in honor of Aphrodite and all things sacred that purifing had begun. Just as it had begun, it subsided and Whit moved her finger from Maheu’s lips slowly down her chin and along the line of her jaw…feeling the heat build slowly…down Maheu’’s neck to her clavicle…from there past her breast and around her waist pulling her close in one swift movement.

Maheu was instantly submissive as Whit’s lips were millimeters from her own. She knew there would be zero chance of gaining the upper hand and for once, she would let that be okay. Whit could take her any moment and she would happily let every fiber of her being melt from within and find its way through her vagina until all was spent, saturating their luxurious linens.

Whit had a more lingering idea. The space between her finger back tracing Maheu’s lips and the replacement of that finger with lips her own just might seem cavernous. Maheu could feel the temperature in the room rising with each breath she was able to gasp. She looked down and saw that the only clothing between them was their undergarments, all of the finest silk and lace. Where their clothing had gone was a mystery and that the room was climate controlled was a blessing as certainly she was getting feverish. Just as Maheu though she might faint dead away, there was movement.

Whit was still holding her close. The heat between them was fevered still and just as quickly as Whit had drawn her into her embrace, they were leaning against the counter and the heat had traveled lower. Her shoulder was melting. Really. And soon the valley between her breasts had been traversed. Every part of Maheu’s torso had been brushed by Whit’s lips, and every part was pushing forward for solid contact…but Whit was having none of that.

All she could think about at the moment was that it had been entirely too long since they had free run with their emotions. When the governing powers had decreed that emotion control would be implemented as a maeans of curbing their lesbian desires, no one really gave it a lot of thought. Lesbians had always had a rash of restrictions to deal with and they always found a way to overcome. There was always ingenuity in their favor. Women are powerful. With the advent of the e-chip, the tides began to sway.

It was nothing short of Maheu’s brilliance that offered them the opportunity to alter their reality. Cautious with whom they shared this secret, a good portion of the lesbian community of New Greenland was once again communing on a regular basis, e-chips be damned.

Whit was brought back to the moment as she noticed Maheu’s raspy breath. At that very moment she allowed her lips to firmly brush Maheu’s left breast. Her calm and steady inhale and exhale did little to cool the moment. Whit’s lips were soon enough joined by her tongue and Maheu’s nipple firmed under the attention. Slight reaction was always enough to urge Whit further down her mate’s body and in one fell swoop the couple had gone from standing against the kitchen counter to laying across it. Maheu had a brief flash of thanks at their foresight in reinforcing the counter’s structural base.

Before the thoughts of remodeling could spiral away from her, Whit’s kisses had fluttered across her abdomen…right to left…left to right…down the crease of her leg and hip toward her thigh…back to the crease to linger…longer…She was about to go in for the money shot when suddenly the monitor near the stove came to life.

Sheesh, not only do you get a story with groovy illustrations, but you also get to add an extra hour of sleep to your day. How cool is that?

Have a fun day! Go eat cake. Do you eat the middle or the edges?