I stood frozen, not in fear, no longer in lust, but out of sheer confusion. “I know they used to think friggin’ manatees were mermaids, but those dudes were all drunk and had scurvy or something. How the hell did anybody ever paint your sorry ass as a cute little baby with a bow and arrow?”
It tensed its scrawny legs and sprang at me, but I wasn’t there anymore. I’d heard Sister Mary Catherine’s Crocs squeak on the tile behind me and I threw myself flat backwards. The cupid jumped over me and Sister Mary Catherine met it in mid-air with seven rounds of forty-five caliber ammunition. The fairy flew about eight feet back and then slid another six feet or so along the floor, leaving a trail of greenish-yellow blood in its wake.
“Eat lead, bitch.” Sister Mary Catherine stood calmly in a clas
