But I'm getting pretty close. Anyhow, now that it's written in my notes for the story it is locked and so is officially a thing. It will be appearing in a chapter sometime in the near...well, remotely near anyway...future. Hopefully in it's present form. What am I talking about? HOCUS CADABRA *impressive puff of smoke*:

[Punk steps onto the bus]
Several sharp wolf whistles pierced the air, drawing Goth's attention to the front of the bus. At first she didn't see what all the fuss was about. And then she spied that cute little punk boy with the blue and pink hair. Only today, his silky smooth legs were being showcased by a short black dress that ended at mid-thigh. The dress was cotton and sleeveless, tastefully showing off his figure while hiding his shoulders.
She smiled, biting her lower lip, and stood, beckoning him with a finger.
"Hey beautiful," she crooned, "come sit by mama. I'll try not to bite."
She felt heat rise in her nethers as she watched him glide toward her, his stride perfectly graceful.
"Wouldn't you rather sit by me, pretty boy?" Another voice called.
Feeling territorial, Goth looked for the owner and glared at the handsome drag king she'd spoken a few minutes ago. "No," she answered, just a hint of ice in her voice, "he wouldn't."
The drag king took the hint. "My apologies, fair lady," she pantomimed a bow, "he's all yours."
The punk boy looked a little uncertain, so Goth reached over and grabbed him by the waist. He flinched, but didn't resist as she pulled him toward her. "Come hither, you." By now her voice had gone sultry, and as she sat, she drew that gorgeous punk boy onto her lap.
He fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable, and tried to move into the window seat beside her.
"Not a chance," she almost whispered. She wrapped her arms around his waist and locked them there. "Best get comfy, it'll be a while before I let you move from this spot.


You're welcome. So, after wasting the majority of my day browsing trivial and annoying things online, trying to avoid being paranoid about life in general, I finally sit down and manage to write this. I've written the first part of chapter 43 as well. But I really needed to write this. I feel better now. It's almost as amazing as walking around the shops in downtown Champaign in nifty cotton dress on...Tuesday? I think...felt. Although I probably shouldn't have gone without sunblock. I forgot we had started summer already. My skin's just a little less sensitive than a vampire's.

S.D.