A stab of light jarred Ryan out of a dream. In the dream, he had a stranglehold on the sniveling Gregory. His muscles were flexing, his heart was racing, and all he could hear were whimpers out of the little pipsqueak. Then someone shone a shlight in his eye.


    He looked around the room. No shlight, just rays of light that streamed through his window.


    Too bad Gregory could''ve been a goner.


    ''Oh well, there''s always this afternoon,'' he thought, grinning.


    Though warm under the covers, he knew the day awaited him. A perfect day for revenge.


    "A good n for revenge always starts out with stretching."


    Flexing his arms, Ryan pulled one wrist in front of his chest, grabbed the elbow, and stretched his other arm.


    "Perfect. My arms are ready to do a little mental pping."


    Now toe touches. First one, then bending to the other. He chimed, "A slow stretch will guarantee sess!"


    Now pushups. Thinking of his chest like a snare, Ryan envisioned a poor little bunny hopping around, looking for food. Unsuspecting until. . . snap!


    ''M won''t know what hit her.'' He thought, grinning as sweat poured down his brow.


    nks. Everyone makes fun of nks, but Ryan could rte to nks.


    People find them hard and their ability tost more than a minute doing them is questionable.


    Ryan looked at himself in the mirror,  a chiseled beast. A warrior.


    No one can equal the fine chiseled cut of this beautiful face. He turned to the side view. Maybe there was something he could improve on.


    Nope.


    He turned to the other side. Maybe he was mistaken?


    Nope.


    "Let''s say it together," Ryan spoke to himself as he looked in the mirror, "I''m a god."


    Now that the preparation wasplete, it was time to move on to the bothersome aspects of this n, M.


    Today was the day she was going to have all the crap she dealt smacked right back in her face.


    She was going to feel every ounce of humiliation that he felt. It would be like pulling out her nails one by one. But mentally, of course.


    She was going to feel like someone had taken a razor and shaved off her beautiful lock one slow strip at a time and then poured salt on each of the marks left by the razor. But of course, mentally.


    Ryan wasn''t going to leave any bruises, cuts, or breaks. He was going to take away the most important thing from M, her status.


    Her adoring fans were going to leave one by one. Her time of ruling the masses would be over, soon. Very, very soon.


    Ryan clutched his fists. His veins bulged out of his arms. He threw back his head andughed. "This is going to be great."


    Now. Time for my armor.


    First, his helmet. He took out one of his most prized possessions, hisb.


    Whisking it gently, ever so gently, through his prized hair, he became entranced at the gentle wave of the raven locks. Like a nimble cat, like a strong raven, sweet, like ck licorice, his helmet wasplete.


    Now, his breastte. A skintight shirt with a couple of buttons undone. "Let thedies look. They won''t be able to resist my gleaming pecs."


    Moving on to his special scent, his cologne. "Eh, never mind." He shrugged, "My natural masculine scent will bring them like bees to the hive."


    Now, countering the tight look on top, he decided to wear slouchy pants for the bottom. Tightening his belt, he made sure his pants wrinkled in such a way that his manhood was the central focus for thedies.


    The shoes. Of course, it had to be the Romeo slip-ins. The casual yet sexy look that the woman could not resist.


    Although Ryan was not going after all the women today, he was going after one woman. His main target. His tool for revenge. He was going after Abby.


    ===


    Sauntering down the sidewalk, Ryan began gathering his power. He was going to need all of his strength and sexual energy to pull off today''s grand event.


    It was purely by ident that just two days ago, while he was walking past the open door in the administration building that he heard two campus administrators talking about an auction.


    He hadn''t been paying much attention until he dropped his pen on the floor and was bending down to pick it up when onedy said, "I hope for a lot of money this year." Ryan pretended to tie his shoe as other people walked by in the hallway. ''What are they talking about?''


    The otherdy giggled. "Only ten get to enjoy the enhancers for the evening. I wonder how much they will bid."


    "Unbelievable," Ryan said. He and the other nine guys are going to be auctioned off.


    Who are they kidding? Was he prime meat? Cattle? Sheer entertainment?


    He was worth more than that.


    He was worth, well, at least a new Armani suit. Catching a nce at himself in the ss partition, he posed.


    This was going to be too easy. What were they raising funds for, a new building? A new campus? He brushed his hair back. Yep. He could give them a new campus.


    "Youdies deserve all that and more," he said, swiveling his hips and thrusting them towards the two, "I got a big biding your way!"


    Bothdies suddenly turned. Winking, he blew them a kiss.


    Leaving the red faces behind and knowing they were actually looking at his behind, he sauntered away. Just then, a sinister n started to form.


    ''OK, back to today''s event,'' Ryan thought as he continued to gather his energy. He began to finalize his sinister n. It was going to be a perfect n, a n of revenge.


    ncing towards the crowds of women, Ryan saw Abby''s long red locks beckoning him, no, begging him to take them and make them his own.


    He started slowly, emitting his aura delicately through the crowd.


    He wound his way in and out, making sure his aura was having an effect.


    His aura swirled around, gathering as he walked, touching all the private parts of each girl, making them tingle inside. The girls began murmuring, looking around, casting their nces. Wiping their sweat off their brows, they shifted their bras, pulling back their shoulders. ''Perfect.''


    Slight sexual agitation was exactly what he was going for.


    Starting to heat things up, he began whispering things just slowly enough that they would reach the girl''s ears.


    "Nice hips"


    "Love the hair"


    "Looking good"


    "Mmm mmm mmm"


    "Nice ass"


    "Would like some of that"


    Most of this was under his breath, but it made many girls turn and look at each other.


    Giving him a sideways nce and a little grin, each girl knew that they heard a uniquepliment given by him.


    As he was near Abby''s group of friends, he turned up his aura.


    The girls started ying more with their hair, pulling it off their necks and wiping their brows. Clearing their throats and unbuttoning buttons, they tried entuating their cleavage.


    As he neared Abby, he pretended to trip. He grabbed her around the shoulders, identally touching her breasts. Pressing himself against her, he let off his full aura. He felt her shudder and backed away quickly, shutting down his aura. "Oh, I''m so sorry. Are you OK? Is everyone OK here? Did I hurt you? My name is Anthony. And please excuse me,dies, if you are OK. I need to head inside."


    Abby just stared at him, almost panting. The gleam in her eye was piercing, direct. He knew it worked. She was hooked. She was his.