�Hey Cupid� she screamed, reaching for another beer. �Where the hell are you? Get your diaper clad little ass down here and find me a man. Can�t you see I�m a women with needs?� Suddenly, off to her left, she heard the shrill of high-pitched laughter. �Needs you say?� said a strange voice, �What makes you think you deserve love? Better yet, why should help the likes you?�
Linda spun quickly around and blinked several times, not quite believing her eyes. Nevertheless, there he was, hovering in midair like a grotesque humming bird. A cherubic faced angel, armed with bow and arrow and a sinister grin.
Deep within Linda�s subconscious mind, the seeds of apprehension began to fester. The moment she opened doubts door, Linda began to ponder the wisdom of antagonizing such a creature. After all, she thought, �a grown man sentenced to an eternity of matchmaking and diapers is bound to be a little pissed off.�
Linda backed away cautiously heading towards the door, when she felt the piercing sting of Cupids demented arrow. �Don�t rush off now sweetie,� cackled Cupid. �The fun is just starting and look, here comes Mr. Right now.� Linda stopped dead in her tracks, overcome by sudden dizziness, as a thunderous knock rattled her front door.
She gazed cautiously out her window before opening the door, puzzled by the unexpected stillness of the night, save for the presence of a gray and white tabby kitten. She let out a giggle, scooping the kitten into her arms as she turned to face cupid.
�WOW! Now this is some dream date you sent me. I see you went all out for love,� said Linda sarcastically. �Hey only the best for someone as precious as you� said Cupid. �So make like a princess and kiss the kitty. Lets see if there is any magic left in those middle age lips.�
Linda glared at Cupid, guzzling the last of her beer. �You are too much. No wonder love is such a let down,� said Linda, turning her back on cupid. She curled up in bed caressing the kitten, as she drifted towards unconsciousness, the familiar taunt of Cupids laughter ringing in the distance.
Linda awakened sometime later, feeling a soft caress against her cheek. She sat bolt upright, startled by the unfamiliar surroundings, her arms immobilized by wrist restraints. �Where am I and what the hell are these things?� She screamed, struggling to free herself.
�Now you rest child�, said Jenna Mills, the petite, redheaded RN in charge of ward 22b at Mercy General. �You�re going to be just fine,� said Jenna dropping a pill into Linda�s mouth, washing it down with a sip of ice water. �Fine my ass,� said Linda �I want to know what�s happening now��
�Calm down dear, the doctor will explain everything in the morning,� said Jenna, tip toeing out of the room and locking the door behind her. �I�ll tell what�s wrong� whispered a menacing voice cloaked in the darkness. �It doesn�t take a genius to figure this out. You�re strapped to a hospital bed in the middle of a locked psyche ward. Either you�re crazy or I�m the freaking Easter Bunny.�
�Who are you,� said Linda, beads of perspiration dotting her brow. She watched in horror, as an eight-foot tall pink bunny emerged the shadows. �Come on Linda,� said the Easter Bunny, extending a large fuzzy paw, �everyone knows who I am.�
Linda struggled mightily against her restraints as she awakened to a blood-curdling scream. Her own�