It was another lonely evening at the library, down on Dewberry lane. Another lonely evening, the last patron having left and only an hour to go before closing - as she sat against the high-backed chair, enjoying the quiet, peaceful atmosphere. It was nice to sit alone, where there was nothing but yourself and your book - nothig but you, your story, and the quiet hum of the computer system right in front of her.

"Come on." She said, impatiently, to the clock. She looked up, and took a moment to adjust her hair, straightening it and getting ready to retie it...

niiiiiiice, you od that on the spot? and i suppose this means the pic is worthy.

I always uphold my side of the bargain. :)

Though, I will demand a butt-shot of the transforming girl. because I've had a hard-on all night for what she turns into.

alright, i guess i'll have to do it now. XD

I might be slow writing up, I'm still sick. :) So don't fret if I don't post til' later. :)

s'all good. hope ya get better.