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what's this? another collection of furry stories? it's not like anyone asked but im delivering regardless!! in this book you will find a plethora of short stories, all intended to be suggestive and have not-so-innocent implications lying...
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(art -- kapri)
I rose a brow. "Does he succeed?"
"No way!" Turner scoffed. "Come on, haven't you ever read a romance book? The side characters never get the girl. That's all they are: side characters, meant to be pushed back under the rug after their little bout of spotlight." The more he spoke about his role within the play, the more it occurred to me that he was venting and no longer talking casually. I couldn't help but grin--that was perfect.
I held up a finger and slid off the bed, walking toward the bathroom door. "It's my turn to recite my lines," I said, passing him. Without even looking back at his eyes I could sense the confusion coming from him, and I used this to my advantage. Pinks and Baby Blues, don't fail me now.
* *
I looked good. When I'd checked out these gray skintight joggers from the mall, the ladies around me were all staring at me crooked, making it quite clear I was being evaluated. To my surprise none of them had been inviting; the moment I stepped foot into the little clothes store, the girl at the entrance tilted her head at me and said, "Have you walked into the wrong place?"
Well joke's on them. I looked really good in these pants.
I faced the standing mirror in the bathroom, turning around and admiring myself at different angles, absorbing the fact that what Turner was about to see was this guy's good thighs and--if I so chose to present my rear to him--a perfectly plump backside.
"Good job, me," I announced whilst gazing at my reflection. "You're looking like a real snack." And after one last stare-down with myself, I left the bathroom, pants still bound at my legs, and the rest of the night became a night to remember. Let's just say . . . the bed sheets needed a good readjusting afterwards.
