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Well, no-one likes to go to a doctor. For an invulnerable superheroine, this was trickier still. Sarah was generally glad she had good health – and as far as could be told, fairly normal anatomy. Other then skin that was for all practical purposes unbreakable, bones too … well, general invulnerability, unlimited stamina, super strength. And the ability to hum really well. However, if you gave her ...
(special thanks to Dru for Editing, and with all apologies to Chuck Jones) Sarah was not entirely sure how she should feel about this. It wasnt the guys hand on her thing that was just on the hem of her sundress. Yeah, she could deal with that. She was on a date with Steven, who was nice enough but a little handsy, especially for the surroundings. She could like handsy in the right circumstance. ...
Sarah felt trepidation, more so then she had in a fair amount of time. Calling it fear would be a little far, but giddy would be too far in the other direction. Trepidation. She was about 90% sure that she was going to have sex tonight. Now this was reasonably rare for her. She had had sex in the last year or so – as recently as last week, in fact, with her likely sex partner. About 6 times eithe ...
Sarah smiled. She didnt quite expect to think that smiling was a good thing. But this was important. This was a kitten. "So yeah I work as a prop master and I just …" "So what kind of hours do you work?” the woman across the table inquired, with more force and sense of incrimination than Sarah had seen detectives employ. Considerably more. "It’s not set hours – it varies, day to do." "That’s what ...
Special thanks to Dru for Editing and Proofreeding Sarah was wearing her ‘Mazing Girl costume doing her least favourite part of the job. She put on her biggest fake smile and she walked into the children’s cancer center with dread. Today, for the Make a Wish Foundation, she was going to give a little boy a fly around the town. Once or twice a year they came to her for stuff like this, and well, w ...
Tales of an ‘Mazing girl: The first Mission of the Ubergirls by Castor (special thanks to Dru for editing) He wasnt wearing a wedding ring. Still that didnt mean much. It was the kind of observation that indicated one was thinking a certain way. When Sarah, after a second, realized she shouldnt. Nighthawk looked a lot like Batman from the comics. Huge muscles, a huge football players body to hous ...
(special thanks to Dru for editing and proofreeding) Models were odd. It started with a camera, of course. One can imagine that it captures reality perfectly but it doesnt quite. Ones perspective subtly shifts between reality and the final image – a view that we expect to take up all of our field of vision is a couple of inches across, but we perceive it as if is. Human beings can barely perceive ...
Sarah had once estimated that she was Mazing Girl maybe 25% of the time. This was a good balance, she thought. It allowed her a job, a bit of a life, and while one could abstractly say that these were distractions, she felt at least without perspective she would have been a very bad Mazing Girl. Though thats kind of a contradiction in terms, if one took, as was commonly thought (mazing was a cont ...
(special thanks to Dru for editing and proofreeding) ‘Mazing Girl had made a mistake. Well, other then getting the wrong calibre blank bullets the other day – that could be expensive but she could use them in a later episode. And the fact that she had ordered a really bad sandwich at Pantera Bakery – but that could be educational, and the muffin she had ordered for desert was pretty good. Not gre ...
(special thanks to Dru for editing and proofreeding) Sarah walked into the nightclub of vampires. Or, at least, some vampires. There were also people she abstractly realized were what, in a gay/lesbian alliance might call an ally. Which in vampiric terms meant, well, she didnt quite know … bt it was a distinction. Or maybe there was no distinction. This was the problem of vampires. If they were, ...