Sheeza

Whuzzat?

Hmmmmmm....MacNair, umm....wasn't even thinking around that particular corner. However, that is fuel for even more deliciously dirty dark deeds......

I was just thinkin' that since y'all have so much power over 'em already, you could just TELL them to oil up. They would naturally want to get clean after a hard days' work, with or without assistance from the clansibs.

I sort of like your idea too....ya hafta catch 'em, and then ya getta keep 'em? Yeah...I can definitely wrap my mind around that one.....somethin' like this?

The afternoon sun made Duncan's back and shoulders glisten and shine. He rubbed his hands gingerly together before wiping them on his butt, trying in vain to be rid of the slick oil on them. The loincloth which is all that covers him, is dark from sweat, and the same oil which covered him from head to toe.

"Ladies? May I please wash my hands? I wanted to plant some more palms and orchids around the oasis, but my hands are a bit too greasy to hold the shovel." Duncan held his hands out to MacNair and lahoffy. "I can't keep a grip on the handle this way."

Lahoffy grinned while MacNair looked on. Her eyes narrowed, carefully scrutinizing Duncan's hands.

"Come now, Ladies," cajoled Duncan, "I greased myself down, just like you wanted, but I need my hands to do the work! Just let me wash my hands, and I will get the work done...please? You can watch if you want to."

"Lahoffy! What are you doing?" MacNair shouted suddenly, just as the woman had stepped up to lay her hands on Mac's broad back.

Duncan whirled around, catching lahoffy by surprise, only her fingertips skimming across his slick skin. Smiling crookedly at her, he whispered, "Lahoffy, what do ye say? Will ya let me wash my hands? If ya do, I'll play a game of Hide the Halo with ya later, and .... I'll even let ya win."

Lahoffy's eyes widened at the thought of her favorite game, her mouth opening in the shape of a large 'O'. Peeking over the younger Highlander's shoulder, she saw MacNair standing there, hands on hips and glaring directly at a very suspicious looking lahoffy.

Lahoffy, being greedy, figures this is her chance. She hollers, "OK, lets go! Hurry!" Lahoffy and Duncan grab at each others hands to make a run for the nearest sink, before MacNair can stop them.

Lahoffy felt Duncan's fingers squirt right out of her grasp. She had just barely turned to start away, so she reached again. This time however, she tried for his wrist. Again, he slid out of her hand. Lahoffy turned to see where MacNair was, only to find she had yet to move.

The only change was that MacNair wasn't glaring anymore. Her face was changing from anger to amusement.

This brought lahoffy to a panic. She felt her chance for fun and frolic literally slip from her grasp. This time, she figured she better get a good hold on him if she is gonna make off with her 'prize'. Lahoffy stepped right up to Duncan and grabbed him around the waist with both arms.

Duncan, surprised by this turn of events, realized that he and lahoffy cannot run with her holding on to him this way. "You! You, girl! What are ya doing? We can't run like this!"

Already, lahoffy was feeling the effects of all the oil that Duncan had slathered on. Her hold on him was already slipping. "Come on! We have to go. Quick!" It was really awkward, but lahoffy was determined, especially with the mind consuming thought of playing Hide the Halo with this handsome, greased up, fine figure of a man. She turned her hips and started to move, hoping that she could get him moving too.

MacNair, really amused, started chuckling. Her eyes were bright and shiny, the laughter evident in them.

"Ay, Girl! Watch what ye are doing!" Duncan cried, for with all of her grasping and pulling, lahoffy was dangerously close to undoing his loincloth. Duncan grabbed for the one and only thing that was keeping his dignity intact.

Determined to get what she wanted, lahoffy let go, in an attempt to try for better purchase on Duncan. She kept slipping and sliding around on his oil slicked skin, having little success.

Duncan started scrambling as the bit of leather grew more loose. With his already greasy hands, he was having a real problem keeping himself covered.

MacNair, finding all this to be just too much fun, laughed heartily, tears coming to her eyes. Her knees weak, she found herself struggling to remain standing. Oh, the sight! How she wished her Connor were here. He would love to see this, and MacNair would love to try this with him! Her imagination, always having been so vivid, found this new picture distracting, and turned her thoughts inward, for her own personal amusement.

Lahoffy's persistent tugging and pulling made Duncan start to panic. It's all fine and good to be naked when working, but he was more comfortable with Connor, Methos, and Richie around when it happened, especially when the clansibs were around to personally supervise. He was a bit more modest when it is just him alone. "I'll not end up naked if I can help it! Not with this Hells Angel sticking to me like a burr," he vowed silently.

Duncan, held onto his loincloth, as best as he could. Counting on the slippery oil covering him, he used all of his strength to pull away from lahoffy.

Lahoffy screeched at Duncan as she fought harder to maintain what little hold she had on him. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE! What are you doing? I thought we were on the same side!"

Duncan screamed just as loudly back at her. "We are, you silly girl! But I'll not allow ya to strip me bare assed naked in the mean time! Let go of me, I say!"

With that, Duncan gave a final heave backward, trying to break the hold lahoffy had around his waist. The force of it popped Duncan from lahoffy's grasp, and the sudden freedom caused Duncan to lose his balance and fall flat on his bum.

Lahoffy just stood there, all covered with oil, her clothes darkened with the stuff.

The look of surprise and the mighty "OOOF" that came from him, brought MacNair back to the here and now. Her eyes caught the look on Duncan's face, then trailed downward to find that all he had been born with, was right there for all to see.

Duncan looked up at MacNair, saw what she was looking at, and his sense of modesty forced him to attempt to cover himself with his hands.

MacNair looked into his eyes and he into hers. Together, they slowly turned their heads to see lahoffy, staring at the suddenly abandoned loincloth she found in her hands.

Lahoffy, slack jawed, looked at the loincloth in wonder. Slowly, it dawned on her....

"MacNair! Call the boys! Get them over here! And tell them we need them to bring more oil! MacNair! MacNair?"

All that could be seen, was MacNair, sprinting for the house, a giant grin on her face.

And Duncan? He was still sitting on the ground, hands covering his special parts, shaking his head. "Well," he thought, "at least I won't be alone in this."

Deciding there was no way around what is soon to come, he got up, dusted what he could off his sand covered rump, and headed for the house.

"Where are you going? Don't you want your clothes back?" lahoffy asked, holding out the hard won bit of clothing.

"I'm going to take a shower," Duncan replied. "I might as well be clean for a little while. I've a feeling that I'm going to have to go through this again when the guys get here. I want to be clean when they are."

"But why?" asked lahoffy.

"Well...I don't want them knowin' what's about to happen to them," Duncan replied.

Lahoffy looked at him with surprise and confusion.

Duncan cocked his head toward lahoffy, and smiled rather meanly. "Do ya want them to know before ya start? If ya do, then I'll just stay this way. But, I want to have my fun too."

Lahoffy, thinking about what he said, saw the wisdom of Mac's words. She smiled so big, her halo slipped down to cover her left ear. Feeling it, she reached up and tried to straighten it. Not having a mirror handy, she scooted the wayward halo more toward her right ear. "Scoot! Go shower before I change my mind! You got a good idea, Duncan. Let's see if the other boys are as 'fun' as you."

And with that, Duncan turned and streaked across the grounds toward the house. Lahoffy looked on with admiration and amusement, as she realized that there would be more than one full moon that night!

Forgive me ladies...never said I was a writer.

SheezaCDC
August 19, 2001

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