Silk SecretsRoxanne unlocked the library and let herself in. She was the only person, other than his wife, that Mr. Wolf trusted with a key. The hotel was closed for the evening and she was alone. Having stoked up the fire, she put her paws up on a foot stool, and settled down in her seat. It had been a long day and she felt content to relax, at last.A moment passed and she was joined by Maxwell, the hotel desk clerk. He bore a kettle and teacups on serving tray and looked for all the world like a proper English butler."I'm quite sorry, Ms. Drake. I didn't mean to startle you. I saw the door was open and thought you might like some company..."He poured a cup for each of them and offered her the platter. As she reached to help herself he withdrew it, sharply."Ms. Drake, surely you don't intend to saver such delicacies with your gloves still on! You handle money and all sorts of other things with them and I think it's hardly fitting for you to eat with them, as well!"Roxie blushed around the ea
Beachside BuddiesAnnie sat in the car beside her father as he drove down Hillcrest Boulevard."Dad, why do you have to go? I thought the convention was two month ago?""Annabelle, I've got a lot of work to do. It's not like I'm running off to enjoy myself and leaving you behind. This is work related. And, yes, the national convention was over the summer; this is just a little business meeting.""But, dad
""No buts! You're going to spend the weekend with Aunt Dixie. Besides, I thought enjoyed spending time at the manor."Annie did like spending time with her aunt, but she had a feeling that this wasn't going to be as much fun as usual. It was Labor Day weekend. That was three days filled with fun for everyone who didn't have to work. For people like Brent and Dixie, however, it was just another day at the grind; usually one of the busiest of the year."Oh fine
" Annie pouted, "
but you better bring me back something nice from wherever you're going!""My meeting is in Scranton. You want a
A Dance Meant for TwoOn my tenth birthday, bandits raided the settlement where I grew up. Everyone I knew, everyone I cared about, was gone. I gathered up what I could and set out on my own. Not surprisingly, I didn't make it very far.The Valerian family, a band of traveling jackals, came across me on the road and was all too happy to give me a ride. The nearest town was nearly two days away, and that was by horse. I don't know what I would have done without their help.I told them what had happened and they took me under their care. They had two pups about my age and Voss and Jenna became my close friends. The family spent a great deal of time traveling all over, and I didn't mind tagging along, so long as I was welcome.I learned all sorts of things from them. They taught me how to be honest, how to lie and how to know which to choose. Voss's dad trained me to use a sword and his mom made me cook and sew. I was grateful to them and did everything I could to be a good son, even if I wasn't their own.Whe
Brush's TaleIn my early years, I was an outcast, and today I am just as lonely, but, in-between, is the story of my life. I have always been of good temper and, even as hated as I was, I found it impossible to say no to those in need. I offered my assistance to anyone who asked and even those who were too proud to. In time, my name became known throughout the land and now I have taken refuge in this old monastery to finish out my days at peace.Oh, but don't get the wrong impression. I am not quite past my prime. I've still got some time left and I can pull my own weight. I'm writing this all so that, one day, someone can know the truth. I have a son, and although he has gone his way in this world, I still think of him. Then, I think of all the hardship that having me as a father must bring him. It must be so hard when everyone expects you to be one thing and what you are is quite another. I should know
My name is Brush Tail. That must strike you as a pretty funny thing to call my self. Afte
MonsterI'm never really naked.I've got nothing to be ashamed of
I put on clothes every day.I pull on a pair of boy shorts and straiten out my bra.I put my pants on, one leg at a time.I tuck in my blouse and put on a jacket.I slip my feet into stockings and zip up my boots.I wear clothes
But I'm not like you.I don't wear clothes because I have to.I wear them because I want to.I want you to like the way I look,So I choose to dress like you.But I'm not like you.I have breasts and lady parts.I have shapely thighs, a nice trim waist; a pretty face.I could do things to you like no one else.But I'm not like you.I'm not a woman.Underneath my clothes, you won't find bare skin.When you rip them from my body, you'll find a beast within.When you sheer away that difference, you won't like what you see.I'll still be me
I'm not like you.
MisunderstoodBut I'm just like you
I can think about things.I have feelings
You sure know how to hurt them!I'm a lot like you!I have a fertile mind.I can react and reason.I'm a detective; I'm good at what I do.I'm a lot like you!You can tickle my paws,and I'll laugh at you!I feel pain and I bleed, too.I'm a lot like you!Don't say I'm a monster,just because I'm different.I wasn't trying to deceive you,Let me have my clothes back!I'm a lot like you!Please, let me get dressed, again.I just want to be your friend!I'm a lot like you!You say that I look weird to you.I'll have you know, you look strange, too!But I'm so much like you!