Standing where the bolt started was a beautiful, pale girl with long, blonde hair wearing a cloak that covered most of her body but allowed her perky ...breasts to be exposed within her corset-like top. She held a crossbow that had fired the bolt. She smirked her beautiful pink lips as she saw her sister die and the other sister suffering, and she went to load a new bolt; this time meant for her father. Just then two bats flew out of nowhere and transformed, Doorknob and Doorbelle taking their. Like the rest of the art students, I set my pencil aside, and we passedour completed quizzes forward. After he'd collected them, Professor Emile said, "So you don't die fromthe suspense of wondering how good--or how poor--an observer you are,let's refresh our memories by taking another look at the model." Heclicked the remote-control device in his hand, and the projector cast theimage of the blonde bombshell we'd studied prior to the quiz.Tit man that I am, I stared immediately at her. Amy consideredfor a moment and then said, "I think I may have just the thing, comeover here."From a rack she pulled a stunning a mid-length, sleeveless, taffetadress in a deep midnight blue. "I think that this would be perfect,"she said.Taylor went into the change room and stepped into the dress. Amy zippedit up at the back and Taylor turned to the mirror. He gasped at thereflection. "Amy this is perfect, I will take it and please show mesome shoes that will match."Taylor had already booked an. I was shelving books with Jenny, the head of the fiction department, and Beth. I held out for almost an hour, but realized I was being stupid. The worst part was I didn't even have Mary Ann around for support, she was off in another department."I need to take a break, Jenny." I waved vaguely toward the location of the bathrooms."I feel the need to powder my nose, myself. C'mon girls!"Oh joy, company. I like Jenny a lot, she reminds me of Grandpa how must have been when he was younger, funny.