Culinary Revenge Neilrose PG13 SAILOR MOON is owned by Naoko and company Lita loses her bet to Michelle and must cook dinner for the Outers for three months. Yet, her heart cries out for revenge for what Amara and Michelle did to her that night three years ago. Enjoy and all comments welcome. Author's Notes--Hi ho. This is an offshoot of my "Lita's Revenge" tale with the more realistic scenario of Lita losing to Michelle in the 400-meter race, although I decided to be generous and have her only lose by ten yards. In all likelihood, she would not even be half-way through while Michelle would already be done and out of the pool, snuggling with Amara. The PG13 is for some language and a bit of toliet humor. (Hint: Do NOT piss off a chef. You don't know what she'll put in your food or drink.) Happy reading. Lita sat on the edge of the pool dejected, her eyes closed as she fought to keep the bitter tears of disappointment from leaking out. She had made a bet with Michelle that she could defeat the Neptunian in a 400-meter race freestyle. The stakes were three months of cooked dinners against a Stradivarius Marina violin worth a conservative five to seven million dollars. Pride was also at stake because, three months prior, Michelle had kidnapped Lita, tied her up and gave her to Amara as a "stress relief". The older Scouts used her as a pleasure object and Lita found out, collected evidence and submitted it to the police. Yet, justice was defeated when Susan paid off the police to give her the evidence and dropping all charges against the Outer couple, ixnaying any trial. Now, she had to play personal chef to the two bitches who degraded her, using her like a toy and losing her when bored. The sense of humiliation and even worthlessness conspired to crush her. "Lita?" A gentle voice went unanswered. 'Oh, sure. Go ahead and gloat, dyke bitch.' Michelle pulled her Fastskin-clad, lean, muscular frame out of the water and gracefully sat next to the younger Sailor, wrapping consoling arms around her in a sororeal embrace. After the Scouts had defeated Galaxia, Amara and Michelle were abducted and imprisoned by a female youma who desired perverse sexual pleasure. The Outers were tied up and violated in every degrading and humiliating manner conceived and manners not humanly possible. Although, the youma was ultimately destroyed, the experience forced the Outers to look at themselves and feel Lita's trauma. As a result, they felt remorse and guilt and disgust and they wanted to make it up to her. However, this bet was not a good way to do so. Michelle gently stroked the Jovian's chestnut locks. "You did a helluva job, Lita," She purred. "A helluva job. That had to be my toughest challenge yet. You almost won and that is nothing to be ashamed of." "She's right, Lita," Amara smiled, kneeling down behind the younger girl and stroking her back. "Not too many can keep up with Michelle. Amy is the only other one I can think of." "Whatever," Lita snorted, disengaging herself not-too-gently and standing up, almost knocking over the Outers in the process. "When's dinner?" "It depends." Amara was rather surprised at the rudeness. "Six or six thirty." "Fine. I'll be there around fourish." Lita forced her way through Mugenites wanting to congratulate Michelle in her victory and stormed into the locker room. The Inners, minus Serena, glared at the Outers in disgust and loathing. It was not enough that the older Scouts degraded their friend and teammate. It was not enough that they bought their way out of jail and justice. Now they had humiliated Lita in a bet and were going to collect on three months of free dinners. Nevermind, that Michelle was practically a mermaid with the water being her second home. The only thing that surprised them was that the Outers were not openly gloating their victory. Amy forced her way through the crowd as she went into locker room to offer Lita consolation, leaving the other two Inners to confront their older counterparts. "Are you happy?" Mina growled. "What are you talking about?" Michelle replied. "You know what!" Raye hissed. "You using Lita for your perverted sex games. You humiliating her then buying your way out of jail. You humiliating her in the race. Hasn't she suffered enough?" "Yeah, you two get off on seeing people suffer or what?" "Is she gonnna be your sex slave as well as your cook?" Amara had had enough. "Hey!" She snapped. "Fuck you! Fuck you, Hino! Fuck you, Arnold! And fuck Anderson! Yes, we treated Lita like shit! But we got the same treatment so we know how she feels! We feel like dogshit about it and we want to make it up to her, so get the fuck off our backs!" The two Inners simply shook their heads and walked out, saying nothing more. The Outers moved through the crowd of Mugen well-wishers and entered the locker room where they heard sobbing. They saw Lita crying into a sympathetic Amy's shoulders, the smaller Scout embracing her larger teammate soothingly. Quietly and full of guilt, Michelle showered and changed while Amara stood there with a feeling of almost emptiness. Later, Lita was walking toward the bus station, her arms carrying several bags of groceries for the evening's meal, with all the excitement of those on the Bataan Death March. 'It's only for three months. I am mature enough to put my feelings aside and deal with it.' Suddenly, Amara pulled up in her convertible, sporting a red PVC catsuit similiar to Michelle's black one. A coldly inquisitive chestnut eyebrow arched skyward. "You want a lift?" The lesbian Scout offered. "Nice outfit," Lita smiled acidly. "Is it going to be that kind of night?" "No. I let Michelle talk me into being a model for MARQUIS magazine." "Sure. Whatever." Amara got out and took a bag or two and put them in the back seat as Lita got in the passenger side. She stared straight ahead as the two drove, cringing as Michelle's divine violin playing tore at her heart from the radio. The CD seemed to mock her with every sweet note. Every heavenly passage seemed to laugh at her misery. Feeling like she was going to throw up, Lita finally shut off the CD and ripped it out, the radio suddenly playing "Megalomaniac" from Incubus. Amara looked at her with surprise and disapproval. "I was listening to that, you know," She stated. "I don't care. It was making me sick, " Lita replied. "Really. I got tickets for you guys for Michelle's upcoming concert." "So she can gloat how she gets to keep her precious violin? Screw that. Take your tickets and shove 'em." "I thought you liked her music." "Well, I don't. What do you want for dinner?" "You're the chef. It's up to you." "Fine." End of discussion. Amara slammed on the brakes, almost causing an accident. She then pulled over to the side of the road, ignoring the cursing of irate drivers passing her. The Uranian shut off the engine as Lita raised an amused eyebrow, but kept her eyes averted. The older Sailor counted to ten before facing the younger Jovian. "Nice driving, Dale Earnhardt," The Jovian sneered. "No wonder the guy's dead." "Look, Lita," Amara sighed, trying to stay calm. "I don't like this anymore than you do. You're the one who wanted this stupid bet." "Yeah. Girlfriend's a fucking mermaid and I challenge her. Good thinking." "But, like Michelle said, that was a helluva race. You swam your ass off and almost beat her." "Don't patronize me! She blew my ass off and everyone knows it!" "Let me ask you. What were you going to do with the violin if you had won and Michelle had given it to you? You don't play." "Well, we'll never know now. Will we?" "Are you going to be this way the whole three months?" "No. I like to think I'm mature enough to honor my bet with dignity and professionalism." "Good," Amara smiled. Her smile faded at the icy stare. "Don't think this makes us friends. After this, we're settling the matter once and for all." "I don't want to fight you, Lita." "You should've though of that before you slugged me in the stomach. You should've thought of that before you and Michelle used me as your little bitchtoy. Can we go? I like to start cooking, if you don't mind." Amara sighed as she started up the car and headed home, disappointed that the wall between her and Lita remained up. They pulled up to the mansion and got out, Amara carrying a bag of groceries and looking forward to losing the red rubber catsuit and high-heel platform boots. 'Let Michelle wear this. This isn't my style'. The two Sailors walked in where they saw Susan and Michelle lounging in the living room, listening to Michelle's CD. Susan sported a yellow PVC minidress while Michelle sported the black catsuit she wore the night of Lita's abduction. Lita's eyebrows arched acidly as she coldly shrugged off the Time Guardian's welcoming embrace. "Is this tonight's theme?" Lita smiled coldly. "So sorry I forgot mine." "Good evening, Lita," Michelle smiled, "Glad you could join us." "That's makes one of us." "Is something wrong?" Susan queried, confused about the brushoff. "Course not, Mistress. You play your little kinky sex games. Your BITCH will be in the kitchen slaving away." Venom corroded each word. The Jovian ripped the bag from Amara's arms and stormed into the kitchen, ignoring the Outers' reaction. Putting the bags on the countertop, she walked over to the wall stereo and shut off the CD and ripped it out, glaring contemptuously at the art on the cover. "Aren't we fucking special. First things first." Lita put the CD back in the case and walked to the entrance with CD and meat tenderizer in her hands. Kneeling down, she bashed the cover several times cracking the case and destroying the disc inside. She then flung it against the wall, again ignoring the shocked Outers. "Get rid of the douchebag's shit and put on some GOOD stuff." She walked back into the kitchen and turned the knob, landing on a station play Drowing Pool's "Stand Up". The raw, aggresive melody and driving tempo was perfect for Lita's mood because that was exactly how she felt. She took out the necessary ingrediants for the evening's meal and started preparing, unaware of rubber-encased feet walking in and stopping almost next to her. The perfume identified the other person as Michelle. Out of the corner of her eye Lita saw Michelle's face set in a dry smile. "May I get you something to drink?" The Neptunian asked. "No, thanks." "You don't like my music, I see." "What makes you say that?" "Well, Amara told me of your rather adamant refusal of her offering you tickets for you and the others. You ripped the CD out rather forcefully. Just now, you ripped it out of the wall stereo and smashed it on the floor. Then, you hurled it against the wall with that rather constructive 'douchebag's shit' comment." "I was actually being nice." "I see." Michelle poured a glass of Diet Coke and put it on the table. "Can I help?" "Yeah. Leave. I don't need anyone hovering over me." The older Sailor was getting rather irritated with the rudeness, but did not blame the Jovian. She gently took the knife out of Lita's hand and sat her down. She then sat on the table facing Lita, obviously wanting to get everything out in the open before dinner. Lita glared at Michelle, not appreciating her cooking being interrupted. "You are upset about losing. I told you it is no disgrace. You pushed me harder than anyone else I know, except for Amy." "Right. You smoked me. Be honest." "Contrary to what you or the other girls might think, Lita, you are NOT our bitch, slave, toy, plaything or any other degrading term that comes to mind. You are a human being with feelings and dignity--" "Gee! Thanks for noticing," Lita interrupted sarcastically. "You're a fellow Sailor who deserves respect. And despite, you cooking for us, you are a guest. It is the hostess' job to make sure her guest feels at home." "Right." "Look, Lita. A month after we fought Galaxia, Amara and I were kidnapped by some unknown youma. Like you, we were tied up, blindfolded and violated in unspeakable fashion. We were helpless. Confused. Disoriented. Even invaded." "How about aroused?" Acid drenched the question. "No, we were not. In fact, at that moment, we were thinking of what you were going through. Who is this? Is it an enemy? What do they want? It turns out the youma just wanted some kinky perverted sex and we were her 'volunteers'." "Poor you. What's the point?" Lita's tone held zero sympathy. "The point, Lita," Michelle sighed sadly, "is that we went through what you did and because of it,we now feel nothing but guilt and disgust for what we put you through. Nobody deserves that." "You're right. But, it doesn't excuse you." Michelle realized that this was going to be a tougher sell than she anticipated. She smiled as she stroked Lita's cheek. Lita fought not to cringe. "Lita, please. I want all of us, you, Amara, Susan and I, to enjoy a nice dinner together. I don't want this hanging over our heads. Please. What can Amara and I do to make it up to you?" "Three things come to mind, though chances on all of them happening are slim to none." "What are they?" "One. Susan takes us back in time to that night and we make sure it doesn't happen. Of course, she might bitch that it'd fuck up the timeline. Of course, she has no qualms saving YOUR AND AMARA'S asses. That's all right. But, us? No! The timeline must be maintained. Even at the cost of one's well-being." "The second option?" "Turn yourselves in. Take the twenty years or whatever kidnapping and sexual misconduct against a minor brings." "You can't be serious." "Hello? They're called FELONIES? Besides, for us, twenty years is nothing. You two had your justice when you killed the youma. Now, I want mine." "I'm sure we can work something out without a trial, Lita." "The law means nothing to you? When Gacy killed all those kids, did he say 'let's work something out' with the families? No, he got his and they got justice." "You're comparing Amara and I to John Wayne Gacy?" Michelle was horrified. "You may as well be." "What's the third?" "Your music sickens me. So does your violin." "My music is my life, Lita. I'm sorry it offends you, but I can not give it up. It wouldn't be fair to me or to those who want to hear it." "Fine. I'll settle for getting rid of the violin." "Let me ask you. What would you have done with it if you had won?" "Maybe burn it." "LITA! It's a STRADIVARIUS!" "Big whoop. Some Italian guy made it nine hundred years ago. It's just a dumb violin." "Antonio Stradavari made my violin in the 1630s and it is worth about seven million dollars, Lita. So, it is not 'just a dumb violin' and it is a big whoop to me." "I want justice. You want to do me right, destroy the fucking thing." "LITA!" "It's wood, Michelle. Wood and strings. Not gold. Those are your choices. Pick one. Now, if you'll kindly fuck off, I'd like to get cooking?" "Fine." Michelle got up. "Serena said you like it, so we rented 'Dumb and Dumber'." The Neptunian walked out, frustrated that her efforts were met with a stone wall. A slow smile grew across Lita's face at the movie. Especially a certain part that played in her mind. A certain gross but funny part. 'Perhaps there is a fourth option'. Dinner was ready and it was a delicious pasta and veal parmagiana dish with a salad with oil and vinegar dressing. Lita placed the food on the table and went back into the kitchen to fix her own plate. She then stepped onto the porch and enjoyed the sunset as she dined, her bare feet crossed on the railing. The door opened and Susan padded onto the porch, concern and bemusement etched on her face. "Lita?" She queried. "Why are you eating out here?" "Don't wanna disturb you ladies," Lita replied dryly. "You aren't a slave, Lita. You can eat with us. We want you to." "What if I don't want to?" "I know you're upset I bailed out Amara and Michelle, Lita. I was outraged too at what they did." "Then why did you do it? Why not let them rot in jail?" "And expose their identities to everyone?" "That's what the 'EDIT' button is for, Susan. You can cut out the scenes where they transform." "Is this a private forum?" Michelle asked as she and Amara walked onto the porch. Lita sighed as she realized her wish for a private dinner was not going to happen. Then she saw the bottle of Rothschild Deveraux in Amara's hand. A look of disgust stamped itself on her face. "You want to eat with me?" Lita stated. "Fine. On one condition." "Name it," Amara replied. "That SHIT is not drunk with the meal. It is an insult to my cooking." "This is $1800 a bottle, Lita." "I don't care. It tastes like moose piss. That's why I threw out the bottle Michelle dropped off at my place." "You threw out the bottle I gave you?" Michelle gasped. "Yes, Michelle. I worked hard on this meal and I do not want to be insulted by this crap being drunk." "We can argue about this later," Susan interrupted. "Is there a vintage you want?" "I don't care as long as it isn't THAT." Another vintage was chosen and the three Sailors ate their dinner as they watched the sunset, the sun an orange-reddish orb in the purple-red-and-burnt-sienna sky. However, it was not exactly a bonding moment as the Outers found out. Any attempt to engage in conversation was either greeted with perfunctionary answers or stony silence. Amara was especially getting annoyed at getting rebuffed. "JESUS CHRIST!" She snarled. "WILL YOU FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!" "Lita?" Michelle asked, placing her hand on Lita's knee. "Is something wrong?" "What do you mean?" The Jovian replied, fighting not to flinch at the touch. "Well, common sense dictates that if someone is speaking to you, you at least acknowledge them." "What if I don't want to?" "It's very rude not to answer someone, Lita," Amara scolded. "That wasn't part of the bet." "What?" "The bet was if I lost, I would cook you dinner for three months. I lost. It sucks, but I'm over it. One meal done, eighty-nine to go. However, nobody said anything about having to eat with you or talking to you. I'm fulfilling an obligation, but talking is not part of it." "Don't talk shit, Lita. Of course, we want you to talk to us." "Why?" "Because we are friends, Lita," Michelle interjected. "Or at least we want to be." Lita arched an eyebrow as she began to laugh. "What's so funny?" Susan asked, not getting the joke. "Yeah," Amara put in. "It's what Kitten wants and it's what we want." "Right," Lita snorted. "You guys have a real bullshit way of showing it. Michelle races Ames and ties her, then bitches her out for not giving it her all. You bitch at Serena when she had just saved the world and challenge her, just because she isn't as Machiavellian as you. You won't fight with us, just say 'Oh, you'll just be in the way'. When you do, you act like it's a hardship and when we're done, you bolt. 'Bye, losers. We're gonna snog now.' You're too good for us. We're the annoying little sisters you don't want to deal with. We're the 'naive but happy' incompetent amateurs who don't know our asses from our elbows and who don't understand the danger. Then, of course, that night I was totally degraded just because you had a shitty day. But, hey. You got away with it. Thanks to someone who will go nameless paying the cops off to drop the charges and get the evidence back, there will be no trial and you can skip off into the sunset. Now, you get free dinners for three months. So, why not make friends with us? Be a lot easier to use us as fucktoys, right?" "Come on, Lita," Susan sighed. "Can't we have a nice, friendly dinner?" "That's not fair, Lita," Amara growled, trying to keep her temper. "We are sorry we kidnapped you and violated you. We are sorry we treated you like an object. We are sorry. We are sorry. WE ARE FUCKING SORRY! HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO WE HAVE TO SAY IT!!" "It doesn't matter," Lita sniffed dismissively. "You won't take responsibility for your actions. So, you can say you're sorry until you're blue in the face. It doesn't mean shit to me." The Outers found themselves starting to lose their appetites. They wanted a nice bonding dinner with a fellow Sailor, but the "fellow Sailor" seemed to insist on being difficult and resist any overtures. "Well," Lita breezed, "let's discuss this later. Eat up. I spent two hours on this." The dinner finished with a lukewarm atmoshpere. The Outers were watching "Dumb and Dumber" to cheer themselves up as Lita was preparing tiramisu and mocha coffee. A devilish grin crossed her face as that scene from D&D crossed her mind again. 'Should I? Hell, yeah.' She took out a bottle of Superlax 3000 and poured the contents into Amara and Michelle's cups. 'Laxative and Latex. A lethal combination.' Waltzing into the living room, she gracefully handed out the coffee and desert, smiling as if everything was all good. Again, the Outers were impressed how one so young could be so talented with food, yet they were a little suspicious that Lita was suddenly cheerful. "I apologize for the bitchout session," Lita breezed, "but you do understand." "Understand what?" Michelle asked, drinking her coffee. "You can say 'I'm sorry' however many times you want, but if you don't show accountability for your actions, the words are meaningless. Empty." "Lita," Susan sighed. "Why do you insist on being difficult? Why is it so hard to accept that we want to have a nice dinner with someone we consider a friend?" "Friend." Lita's eyebrows arched. "You don't even know what that word means. Friends do not kidnap and violate each other. Friends don't slug each other in the stomach. They don't belittle each other and say that they're in the way. They TRUST each other. That is one word you do NOT have in your vocabulary. Otherwise, why did you attack the Starlights when they agreed they would help us? Why did you take off to fight Galaxia by yourselves? Why did you steal Susan and Tara's Star Seeds? Why did you not fight with us against the Heart Stealers? Why do you always walk away? Are we not good enough to hang out with? Do we disgust you that much?" "No, Lita," Amara replied, fighting off the pang in her stomach. "We just have different duties. We have different interests that do not include the mall or the arcade. You are not annoying at all." "Right. Says the one who cleaned Serena out of her allowance at INDY 500." "You aren't annoying at all," Michelle smiled as her bottom tooted, to her dismay. "If anything, you are all adorable the way you interact with each other. Amara calls you 'naive but happy'." "Gee, thanks. What the hell does that mean?" "She doesn't mean it in a bad way. There are a lot of unpleasant things that you are innocent of, but it doesn't hinder your being normal happy teenagers. Our teenage years were not that happy, so we envy you." Suddenly, RROOOP! FAARRTT!! RUUPP!! Short, staccato farts burped as the pressure increased and the Outer couple began to literally dance around uncomfortably as they held their latex-encased bottoms. Lita fought back a smile as Jeff Daniels hooked up Karen Duffy. Susan observed the goings-on suspiciously. Finally, the pressure was so great that the rubber-clad Amara and Michelle tore from the room as Lita collapsed on the couch laughing. "Guys!" Susan yelled. "THE TOILETS ARE BROKEN!" Lita howled as Daniels and Jim Carrey toasted with their hot chocolate. Susan raised as questioning eyebrow as Lita rewound the DVD and stopped it at Carey holding up a bottle of Turbo Lax and grinning at the camera. Lita copied the gesture, holding up the Superlax 3000 and grinning evilly herself. Dawn broke over Susan's head as she began to laugh at the sick joke herself. "You bitch!" The Time Guardian cooed. "Thank you," Lita demurred. "I told Michelle that they were only three options. I lied. I just discovered a fourth option." "They are going to be so pissed. So am I. The house is going to smell like shit now." "You should've thought of that before you helped them. I will take my leave now." Susan said nothing, but kissed Lita on the cheek. The Jovian headed toward the door, stopping to pick up Amara's keys on the countertop. 'She won't be needing this for a while'. Lita went out to the garage and opened the glove compartment. The Jovian took out all of Michelle's CD and dumped them in the trash. She then zoomed away, laughing and listening to "Roll Out" by Ludacris. She happened to pass by Serena and Darien walking out of the movie theater. "Hey, guys," She greeted, pulling up. "Hey, girlfriend," Serena replied. "How was the evening?" "Good. We ate. Talked. Watched 'Dumb And Dumber'. A real bonding experience." "Isn't that Amara's car?" Darien asked. "Yeah. She's letting me borrow it for the evening. Don't worry. I got my liscence." "Oh." "Hey, Ser. You up for a pizza?" "YEAH!" Serena yowled with glee. "Care to join us, Muffin?" "No, thanks," Darien smiled. "Got a paper to work on. I'll see you tommorrow." "Night, Muffin." The two kissed. Serena hopped into the convertible and the two girls drove off to enjoy pizza. Meanwhile, at the Outer mansion, the windows were open and the fans were blowing, trying to dissipate the horrific stench permeating the entire home. Susan was on the telephone talking to the plumber as Michelle, now clad in a sheer, pearl-colored nightie, was giggling as she enjoyed 'Dumb and Dumber'. Amara stormed in, her athletic frame sporting a black sports bra and briefs, her expression one of wanting to murder someone. "I am going to KILL that bitch!" She snarled. "Oh, come, Amara," Michelle purred. "I think it was actually funny. Disgusting. Gross. Even sick. But, it was funny." "Right. Almost shitting myself. The toliets are blocked up and the house smells like absolute shit. I'm about to throw up it fucking smells so bad. Yeah. Real fucking hilarious." "You should've thought of that before you kidnapped her," Susan smiled. "As Lita is a cook, I would call this poetic justice." "I was wondering why Lita smiled when I mentioned 'Dumb and Dumber.' Now I know why," Michelle mused. "She better not do anything to my car," Amara growled, "or it's coming out of her ass. I can't believe she took it." "We can get it back tommorrow." "She is so dead." The next morning, Lita was out driving, listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees' "The Passenger". She drove into the gym parking lot and cleaned out the car before going upstairs to the pool. She changed and dove in. The pool water relaxed her as she floated on her back for a while. 'I can see why Michelle and Amy like this. It is so relaxing.' The Jovian did a few laps of each stroke before climbing out and sitting on the edge. She smiled as she gazed at the other end serenely. "I was wondering when you'd show," Lita mused. She turned her head and met a pair of lean, muscular legs encased in blue Fastskin. She didn't bother looking up as a familiar perfume identified the person as Michelle. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Amara leaning against the door, her arms folded, staring at the Jovian with an icy glare. "That was so not funny," The Uranian hissed. "You're right." Lita beamed beatifically. "It was a fucking riot." Michelle sat down next to Lita and wrapped a sororeal arm around her. She then kissed the younger girl's cheek as she held her close, stroking her wet chestnut mane. "Yes, it was," The older Sailor smiled. "You naughty girl. That was why you wanted us to see 'Dumb and Dumber'." "Hey. The funniest scene in the movie. Even if you could see it coming a mile away." "I hope you know the house smells fucking gross, thanks to you," Amara groused. "Yes," Michelle concurred. "The plumber is over and he is going to charge us a fortune to unclog the pipes." "You're rich," Lita shrugged. "You can afford it." "Wiseass." Affection colored the tone. "So, I take it we're even?" "If you and Mario Andretti don't mind, yeah. I'm willing to call us square." "What about my car?" Amara queried. "Keys are in my locker. 509. Thanks for letting me borrow it." "You kept it clean at least." "The least I could do, knowing how much you love that thing." "Right. What's on the menu, tonight? Or should I not ask?" "I don't know. Debating betweeen Mexican and Cajun." "I've always been partial to gumbo." "Amara ordered me jumbalaya on our first date in college," Michelle smiled fondly. "Cool," Lita smiled. "Cajun, it is then." THE END Done. Another story down and I made sure, like in LITA'S REVENGE, to keep our Jovian in character. I'm sure we've all seen 'Dumb and Dumber' and know that infamous scene where Jim Carey puts TURBOLAX in Jeff Daniel's mug while he is changing for his date with Karen Duffy. I thought it a perfect revenge, given that Lita is a chef. Hope we enjoy it and let's have a ton of reviews, folks. Don't be shy.