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                    {ASSM} Enlightenment
          [Esu Migabe] (Flash, no-sex, some rubber)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws.

Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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This is a short story based on the instructions found on a Christmas present. Strange sometimes what can trigger a story.


Enlightenment

He had sat in the darkened space for what had seemed an age. Surely it couldn’t have been as long as he had imagined. After all, time goes so slowly when you are cut off from the world. What seemed like weeks may have only been a matter of days. He felt lonely and miserable; how much longer was he going to have to sit here detached from reality?

He heard voices, followed by a rustling sound – his ears strained to catch it – could his dark days at an end? Yes! He saw a glimmer of light, quickly followed by more and more brightness. His eyes blinked rapidly as he took in the rapidly changing scene. Bright lights adorned a tree. Lots of cheerful voices rang through the room.

His spirits soared, as he realised his long darkness was over. He was going to take his place in the real world again. 

He listened to the excited voices around him, still unable to make a sound. 

“Oh, look at him, isn’t he great!” 

“I can’t wait to get him in my bath! Do you think he will sink or swim?”

“Probably sink, look he has a squeaker,” he heard another voice reply.

‘No way, not after all this time,’ he thought. 

‘I am not going to be abandoned to the bathroom windowsill, or left as a long forgotten object. I am going to do my job – after all, rubber ducks can swim or float    through anything!’

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Smiles – it said on the packaging ‘and I quote’ “Float your bathtime friend, a duck, on the sumptuous bubbles.”

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Foot Notes (C) Esu Migabe December 2004
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