I found them too like minded for my taste and though free thinking, a rift of character or attitude could spell disaster in a small town. Though nice,... the community aspect bothered me. I sensed a lack of welcome for my pretty, soft face and my clothing which continued to be the highest fashion in leisure. I couldn't help looking my best. The Amazon in flannel and jeans and army boots, my sister being irresistibly cute and the rugged ranger fit in. The wild haired and wild eyed and decrepitly. She felt some relief as the memory of her lost students, and, with it, the evidence of her outright failure, faded away.The night-wing released her midriff, and slid away from her body, and regarded her. It looked like it wanted to return, but seemed to be wary of the choker charm. It just curled up on the bed, hoping that Tsanja would return eventually.Tsanja soon realised where all of the blood had come from. She was bleeding, and she saw blood on the night-wing's muzzle. Real pain returned. He stared at me as I approached, reached out and took the money. "You got ID on you boy?" he asked, I said yep" took the tokens turned and walked into the booth area. Maybe it was the weather, being damp and blustery outside other businesses were letting people go "early". There was am unusual amount of men standing in the hallways, leaning out booths or pretending to study the booth movie offerings posted on the walls. Without hesitation I walked to what I considered my favorite booth. These were black andmade from a fine material. They would rest on her upper arms, leavingher shoulders bare. The skirt was black and A-line. Mostly plain but the left side of itwas scrunched up to the thigh, revealing the purple netted skirts thatrested underneath. This was all held out by a black petticoat to holdthe shape. A black velvet choker and some black fingerless gloves madefrom a fishnet like material would finish the look.My memories told me that the final alterations could probably.