The catgirl walked out of the silent safe room for the very last time. She quickly corrected her expression, as her monstrous side’s delight had slightly warped her face, and stepped out onto a branch. While the dryads were awake, they were the ones that ferried her up and down...
Oh yes, I feel the flush of a hundred dichotomies--I must be off. Many pages to write," Carlo tittered. "Say, dear, you wouldn't happen to have carried off any benzedrine from the hospital, now would you? Oh, well, of course not," he smiled, eyelids drooping. "I suppose that'...