Casual Encounters
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"Craig's list dot com." Kim said to herself as she typed on her computer. "Yada yada... Colorado... all right...
scroll down..."
She glanced at the door that is still closed, then clicked on another link.
"Casual encounters..." She said and started scrolling down.
"Huh. Only one new one... let's see what it says." She said and then started to read.
SWF (18) seeking SWF (16-24) for casual encounter, possible FWB. Discretion essential. Femmes only. D/D
free. Smoke free. 420 ok. Serious inquiries only. NO PICTURES! Email me at lovely angel at yahoo dot com.
"Well, she's clean but a stoner so... what the hell." Kim said and copied the email address before opening up
her own Yahoo! mail account and pasting the address. She then selected the message box and began to type...
Angel, I'm an 18/f from Middleton. Want to meet? Name the place/time and I'll see you there.
~Rose
She sent the email and then sighed before leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms over her head to
crack her back. A moment later she heard a soft chime and blinked as she sees a response.
Il Giardino Terrazza, Upperton. 4 PM. Name will be 'Angelo.' Be punctual and be discrete.
~Angel
"Wow. Kinda demanding..." Kim says. "But if she's willing, who am I to complain?"
She looked at the time—1:30 PM—then shut off her computer and walked to her closet before taking out a
lovely black dress which she carelessly cast onto her bed. She then reached into the top of her closet and
removed a box which she carefully carried over to her dresser. She pulled out a drawer and grabbed out a pair
of black lace panties which she tossed onto the bed as well before walking out of her room and down the hall
to the bathroom to take a shower. As she walked in, she heard the sound of her brothers running down the
hall and thundering down the stairs before the front door slammed shut.
"Tweebs." She said to herself as she closed the door and quickly disrobed. She gazed at her nude form for a
long moment before lifting her eyebrow. "Looks like I'm getting kinda shaggy..."
She turned on the shower and let it warm up before stepping under the torrent of water, letting it cascade
down her well-toned body.
"Ahh..." She sighs, exulting in the feeling of the water sluicing across her skin. She reaches down and grabs a
loofah sponge before pouring a dollop of peach body scrub onto it and drawing it across her skin and leaving
a trail of suds in its wake.
TEN MINUTES LATER...
Kim rinsed off the last of the suds, leaving clean skin in its wake. She reached over and grabbed a bottle of
strawberry shampoo and poured some into her palm before massaging it into her hair, starting at the scalp
and working outward through her hair. As she finished, she rinsed it from her hair and then massaged in some
conditioner, piling her hair atop her head before reaching over and grabbing a can of shaving cream. She then
set to the task of removing every last hair below her eyebrows.
"Much better..." She said as she rinsed out the excess conditioner and washed off the last bit of shaving cream
before turning off the water and stepping out. She grabbed a towel, dried her hair, and took a second larger
towel to wrap around her body. She then gazed into the mirror for a moment before nodding and walking out.
"Going on a date, Kimmie?" Doctor Ann Possible, Kim's mother, asked as she walked up the stairs.
"Yeah," Kim said.
"Who are you going with?" Ann asked.
"Uh..." Kim said, suddenly unsure.
"Where are you going?" Ann asked.
"Well..." Kim said.
Ann looked at her daughter for a long moment and sighed heavily.
"Just don't get yourself into any trouble, Kimmie." Ann said, and then glanced to her left before looking back
at her daughter. "This is one of the few times that I'm glad you're a lesbian."
"I'm bisexual, mom." Kim said softly. "But yeah, it's a girl."
"I know, honey." Ann said. "The only boy you date is Ron and you're not wary of telling me about your dates
with him."
"Mom... it's just..."
"I understand, honey." Ann said. "I really do. Now you go and have yourself a nice time."
"Thanks mom." Kim said, feeling guilty as she saw the spark of pain in her mother's eye.
Ann hated her daughter dating strange women. She hated her daughter going out and picking up random
strangers for one-night stands and dumping them the next morning. And she hated that her daughter was
afraid to talk about them. That always made her think the worst of what had happened.
Kim walked into her room and sighed heavily before going to her bed and taking off her body towel which she
used to dry off before dropping it carelessly on the floor and walking over to her bed. She picked up the
panties and pulled them on easily, glancing over at a full length mirror and smiling at the figure before picking
up the black dress and unzipping the back. She stepped into it and pulled it up, enjoying the feel of the
stretchy fabric sliding across her skin as it moved like a lover's hands. As she brought the shoulder straps up
and zipped up the back, she glanced at the mirror once more and turned to look herself over.
"Ferocious..." She said, grinning.
One thing Kim had always loved about her small breasts is that she never needed to wear a bra which
was good for her since the added sense of exposure made things all the more intense for her. She
reached her hand into her top, adjusting her breasts a bit before nodding with satisfaction and then
taking the towel from her hair and drying it a little. She then walked over to her dresser, took her
hairbrush, and ran it one-hundred and thirteen times through her long fiery mane, leaving it with a
glossy sheen. She looked at herself and sighed softly before gathering her hair up and pinning it into a
bun.
"Discretion," She said. She opened the box she had earlier retrieved from the closet and took off the
lid, letting the four sides fall open to reveal a mannequin's head with a vibrant head of long blonde
hair. She took the wig from the rest and carefully put it on, adjusting it just so and making sure her hair
was disguised. Once satisfied, she took out a small box with two contact lenses held within. She took
them out and put them onto her eyes making them go from olive green to an almost iridescent blue.
She then applied a gentle touch of makeup—a bit of rouge for her cheeks and an almost nude shade of
lipstick to her lips—and then stood once more. She walked to her closet and took out a set of black
three-inch pumps which she deftly slid on, smiling to herself that she does not need to wear hosiery as
her feet are naturally beautiful and her legs are virtually flawless. As a finishing touch, she took out a
long tan trench coat and matching fedora which she put on and then walked out of her room.
"Kimmie?" Ann said and Kim glanced over at her. "Be careful and call if you're going to be out past ten."
"Don't worry, mom, I'll be fine." Kim said.
Kim turned and walked down the stairs quickly, heading out the front door and over to her car which
she quickly climbed into. She slid the key into the ignition and gave it a turn, making the engine come
to life. Shifting out of park, Kim glanced at the side-view mirror and saw her mother standing in the
doorway, watching her silently. Kim sighed softly and drove out of the driveway and onto the street.
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER...
Kim drove her car up to the front of Il Giardino Terrazza, an upscale Italian restaurant situated in a ritzy
Upperton neighborhood, and stopped as a young man wearing a nicely pressed white shirt, black
slacks, and a handsome maroon vest walked out and around to the driver's side door, opening it for
her. She stepped out—still dressed in her trench coat and fedora—and handed him the keys to her car.
"Scratch it and I'll have your head." She said coolly. She knew the routine. She'd done this a dozen
times before at a handful of restaurants. She walked into the front entryway and was met by an older
gentleman dressed in a handsome three-piece suit.
"Benvenuti al Giardino Terrazza." He said in flawless Italian. "May I have the name of the party?"
"Angelo." Kim said and he nodded.
"Come with me." He said and led her into the dining room which was populated by a handful of
groups—mostly couples—but was still for the most part empty. He guided her to a table set for two
and then pulled out her seat for her. "May I take your coat and hat?"
She nodded and removed her hat first, handing it to the man who handed it to another man who had
walked up behind him. She then removed her jacket and he gingerly assisted, gently lifting the
shoulders it up so she could slip her arms free with little effort. He handed the jacket to the man who
walked off and she sat down before feeling her chair slide in a bit under the man's gentle touch.
"Would you care for some wine to drink?" He offered while holding out a wine list.
"Yes." She said. "Delia Nivolelli."
He smiled, cocked his head to the side, lifted his eyebrow, and nodded his head.
"Eccellente," He said.
She watched as he walked off and carefully scanned her surroundings while maintaining an appearance
of detachment and disinterest—a skill learned and perfected at Middleton High.
The gentleman walked over to her once more with a bottle in hand. He showed her the bottle and she
nodded once. He took out a waiter's corkscrew and deftly removed the cork before showing it to her.
She glanced at it and nodded. He then poured some wine into her glass and she swirled it around while
gazing at the color, then brought it to her nose for a soft sniff before finally taking a sip and nodding
her approval. She put down her glass and he filled it for her.
"If there is anything you need, simply motion." He said.
"Thank you." She said, taking a sip of her wine.
NEARBY...
A redheaded woman sat quietly, her eyes fixed on the blonde beauty drinking wine by herself. She had already
passed three very important tests: The first was she arrived on time; the second was she dressed for the
location; and the third was she ordered her wine without ever looking at the list. This intrigued the woman
who noted from the gentleman's expression that she had made a very astute choice. Now she made ready for
the final test... one which few have reached and fewer have passed. She stood and walked over to the table,
sitting down across from Kim as if she had the divine right.
"Can I help you?" Kim said, taking a sip of wine.
"Perhaps," The woman said. "I saw you sitting there all alone and I thought that you looked really lonely and I
figured you'd want some company..."
"So you decided to sit at my table?" Kim asked, lifting her eyebrow.
"Well... yeah..." She said. "You're not expecting anyone... are you?"
"You assume that a young woman sitting by herself is waiting for someone?" Kim asked. "I don't know who
you are or who you think you are, but I'd appreciate if you left now."
"Well done, Rose." The woman said, smiling at Kim.
"Who are you?" Kim asked.
"Angel." The woman said. "I'm pleased to meet you."
Kim watched the woman carefully as she reached across the table to shake her hand and accepted the courtesy
before turning the woman's hand outward and exposing her inner forearm and a small scar she knew was the
byproduct of a cheerleading accident two years prior.
"What are you doing?" Angel demanded.
"B." Kim said levelly.
'Angel' stared at Kim for a long moment, her eyes wide with shock.
"K?" She finally squeaked out.
Kim darted her eyes to the left, exposing her eyes' true color for a split-second. Angel—Bonnie in disguise—sat
back in her seat, looking defeated. The man walked over to the table and blinked at the tableau.
"Is something the matter?" He asked.
"No." Kim said. "It seems that my date has arrived."
Bonnie blinked, taken aback by this statement.
"Would the young lady care for some wine?" The man offers and Bonnie nodded. He poured her a glass and
she drained its contents with a single gulp. He re-fills it and she made to lift it but Kim reached over and put
one finger on the rim opposite Bonnie's lips.
"Slow down." Kim commanded in a level tone. Bonnie unconsciously nodded and put down the glass once
more. "We will have the lunch special."
"Of course," The man said, nodding. "Will you be drinking the suggested wines or will you be choosing from
the wine list?"
"I trust your choices for the various courses will be well made." Kim said.
"Of course," He said, nodding his head and walking off. Moments later, a man walked over with a tray and
stand. He took a basket of garlic bread and set it down as well as two bowls which he filled with a hearty
minestrone soup, and finished his task by setting down two small Caesar salads before the women. He then
picked up his tray and stand, and walked off.
"K... what are you doing?" Bonnie asked.
"Enjoying my minestrone," Kim said calmly while spooning out a bit of the red soup and bringing it carefully
to her lips. Bonnie watched in silence as she daintily took the bite before swallowing it, then set down her
spoon, and touched her napkin to her lips. "So tell me, Angel, do you meet a lot of people this way?"
"This isn't how it seems." Bonnie said.
"Right," Kim said, taking a bite of garlic bread.
Bonnie sighed heavily and looked down at her minestrone. "You're gonna kill me with this... aren't you?"
"Why?" Kim asked. "After all, it would kill me too. I answered your personal. So will you enjoy this meal
with me or will I eat by myself while you sit there wondering what your eventual fate is?"
In thought for a second, Bonnie looked at Kim for a long moment before taking a bite of her salad.
TWO HOURS LATER...
Kim and Bonnie sat across from one another, their tiramisu half-finished as they were full from their meal.
After the soup, salad, and garlic bread, they had been served ravioli quattro formaggi (Four cheese ravioli
topped with a roasted tomato basil cream sauce) followed by Vitello Parmigiana (Lightly breaded veal cutlet
sautéed in olive oil topped with marinara sauce and Mozzarella) which both women enjoyed, much to their
surprise. The man course was Pollo Toscano (Chicken sautéed with mushrooms, roasted red peppers and
spinach) served with ziti pasta in marinara sauce.
"Now where do we go?" Bonnie asked.
"You don't know?" Kim asked, lifting her eyebrow.
"Not particularly, no." Bonnie said.
"I'm surprised. You set up this meeting. I had actually thought you had a nice hotel room lined up or
something along those lines..." Kim said.
"Wait... you mean..."
"I mean I wouldn't mind going back to your hotel room with you." Kim said plainly.
Bonnie stared at her fellow cheerleader for a long moment before glancing at their waiter and making a motion.
He nodded and walked out of their line of sight.
"Come on." Bonnie said, standing.
"What of the bill?" Kim asked, standing as well.
"I gave them my credit card number and authorized them to charge the full cost plus a twenty percent
gratuity with the requirement that they send me an itemized copy of the bill." Bonnie said, walking
around the table to where Kim was standing.
"Sounds like you've done this before." Kim said.
Bonnie's cheeks became rosier as she blushed.
"Don't worry... you're not the only one who's done this sort of thing before..." Kim said softly, wrapping her
arm around Bonnie's waist. "Come on, beautiful..."
Bonnie blushed once more and Kim led her out of the restaurant, stopping only to retrieve her coat and hat.
As they walk out front, Kim watched as her car pulls up and the valet stepped out and walked around the car,
handing Kim her keys. Kim opened the passenger-side door and let Bonnie climb in before shutting the door
and walking around to the driver's side and climbing in.
"Where to?" Kim asked.
"Upperton Arms," Bonnie said.
Kim nodded and drove out onto the road.
"Where's your car?" Kim asked.
"I caught a cab to the restaurant." Bonnie said, "Anonymity and all that."
"Ah." Kim said. From then on, the women rode in silence, the miles passing with only the slightest sounds of
road noise from the outside permeating the vehicle. Arriving at the upscale Upperton Arms hotel, the Kim
parked the car by the curb and two valets walked over, one opening the door for Kim while the second walked
around and opened the door for Bonnie who stepped out and was joined a moment later by Kim who
wrapped her arm around Bonnie's waist to guide her inside. Kim led Bonnie over to the desk and the clerk
took one look at the two of them before putting a plastic key-card on the marble countertop. Kim took it and
directed Bonnie to the elevators. Kim reaches out and touches the 'up' button.
"What floor?" Kim asked.
"Six. It's six-thirteen," Bonnie said.
"Your birthday," Kim said. "Cute."
"You... you remember my birthday?" Bonnie asked, mildly surprised.
"Of course," Kim said. "Who else do you think brought you birthday presents since you were six?"
"That was you?!" Bonnie asked shocked.
"Yes." Kim said, nodding. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty car. They stepped inside
and Kim touched the 'six' button. The doors closed and it moved up the shaft easily. As they rode in the
elevator, Kim chuckled softly.
"What's so funny?" Bonnie asked, feeling unusually defensive.
"Do you hear the song they're playing?" Kim asked.
Bonnie blinked and focused on the elevator music.
"Wait... isn't that..."
"I kissed a girl. Yeah," Kim said and Bonnie cracked a smile.
"That's great..." Bonnie said, chuckling softly as the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened silently.
They walked out of the lift and down the hall to a door where Bonnie used the key and they walked inside.
"So..."
"So?" Kim asked.
"Well... I'm kinda feeling odd about this..." Bonnie said.
"Why? Because you're in a hotel room with the girl you've been a bitch to for the better part of the past
decade?" Kim asked with a touch of bitterness.
Bonnie looked at Kim for a long moment then sighed and walked over to a dresser that was sporting two
mannequin heads. She removed her wig and placed it on the head gently before removing a few hair pins from
her auburn locks, letting them fall freely about her shoulders. She then walked over to the bed and sat down
on it. She looks at Kim and patted the bed next to her.
"Come here, Kimmie." Bonnie said, surprising Kim with her uncommon use of her nickname. "Sit with me a
while..."
Kim looked at her for a long moment, then walked over and sat down next to her.
"Kim, I'm sorry." Bonnie said. "I really am. Yes, I was a bitch... but that's because I was afraid of what I was
feeling at first, then I was afraid you wouldn't accept me... that fear made me hide... and my way of hiding
was to be a bitch... and it hurt you... so I'm sorry..."
"You really think I can forget the past eight years with just that?" Kim asked.
"No." Bonnie said. "I don't. But I do think that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for what I've
done... then perhaps we can work on making things right between us..."
"Making things right how?" Kim asked.
"Well... I was thinking reconciling my thoughts and desires with reality..." Bonnie said, putting her hand
gently on Kim's leg.
"So is that all you want from me?" Kim asked. "Just sex?"
"No, it's not... it's more..."
"What, then?"
"I want you." Bonnie said.
"How?" Kim asked.
"I want you to be with me." Bonnie said. "Not only your body... but your heart as well..."
"You're kidding... right?" Kim said.
"No." Bonnie said.
"Why?" Kim asked.
"Why not? You're such a good and beautiful person... even when I was so horrible to you, you never stooped
down to the level I was at... you always held back... and you were even nice to me." Bonnie said. "Besides...
you've got a smoking hot body."
"What?" Kim said, taken aback.
"Seriously. You're hot."
"No..." Kim said, demurring.
"You really think you're not that attractive?" Bonnie asked, incredulous.
"No... I mean look at me... I've got bee-stings for boobs and my legs are too strong from the cheerleading..."
Kim said, feeling genuinely embarrassed at the moment.
"Your breasts are perfect and your legs are divine." Bonnie said and then blushed as she realized what she had
said.
"Oh... thanks..." Kim said, turning the same shade of red as Bonnie.
They sat quietly for well over five minutes until Bonnie finally broke the silence.
"Kim... I know it'll probably take you a long time to say this... but I want to you to know... I have always
loved you." Bonnie said.
Kim stared at her former rival with a mix of incredulity and shock. Bonnie looked at Kim for a long moment
before she sighed softly, stands, and walked over to a small fridge. "Do you want anything?"
Kim blinked and looked at the fridge.
"You have a mini-bar?" Kim asked.
"Yeah," Bonnie said. "Do you want anything?"
"Cranberry juice, please." Kim said and Bonnie took out the can before pouring it into a nearby glass. She
then took out two small bottles and a second can and poured the contents into a second glass. She walked
over and handed Kim the cranberry juice before taking a sip of her own drink. "What are you drinking?"
"Washington apple," Bonnie said, taking a sip of her drink.
"What's in it?"
"Crown royal, sour apple pucker, and cranberry juice." Bonnie said as she sat down.
"And when did you start drinking?" Kim asked.
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes, Bonnie, it does." Kim said.
"Why?" Bonnie asked, feeling a rise of anger at the redhead.
"Because I don't want you drinking, Bonnie, not if it's gonna be like that. I can see that you've done that a lot
in the past and if you've got access to the mini-bar here, that tells me that they don't question it anymore.
Bonnie... you drinking worries me..." Kim said.
"Why? It's not your life." Bonnie said sassily.
"I know... but that doesn't make me worry any less about you, B." Kim said tenderly as she reached over and
cupped Bonnie's cheek. Bonnie stared at the blonde for a long moment before standing once more and
walking to the window.
"Nine." Bonnie said softly.
"What?"
"I started drinking when I was nine." Bonnie said. "My sisters threw a party and they mixed me up a Long
Island Ice Tea. I didn't know what it was and it went down so easy. They got a kick out of seeing their little
sister drunk as sin, and loved seeing the aftermath."
"And after that..?" Kim asked.
"Well, I remembered the detached feeling I got when I was drunk and I hate to say it but it was better than
dealing with my family so I started sneaking alcohol from dad's liquor cabinet. That continued until I was
thirteen when Connie caught me. After that, she told me that she would rat me out if I didn't get my alcohol
from her at a markup." Bonnie said. "I don't remember my fourteenth birthday party. I don't remember a lot
of things from junior high. I don't know if that is a bad thing, though... my sisters are brutal abusive bitches
and my mother is as spastic as a human can be."
"But B, they're still your family! And you shouldn't be doing that sort of thing to yourself!" Kim exclaimed.
"Why not?" Bonnie demanded. "Why shouldn't I do that?"
Kim stood and walked up behind the brunette whose shoulders were shaking with barely controlled sobs. Kim
stared at her back for a long moment, carefully considering her next action before she sighed softly and placed
her hands upon her fellow cheerleader's shoulders. Bonnie's body went rigid and she stared out at the view of
Upperton.
"Because it hurts me to see you doing that..." Kim said softly, her hot breath tickling the back of Bonnie's
neck. "Please... put it down..."
Bonnie nodded and sets it down on a nearby end table. Kim smiled and then made her move. Bonnie stood
stock-still as she felt Kim slide her hands down her arms and then lace their fingers together. Kim stepped a
half-step closer to Bonnie, pressing herself to the brunette's back and resting her chin on her right shoulder in
an intimate gesture.
"Thank you, Bonnie." Kim said softly, her hot breath now tickling Bonnie's ear. Bonnie stood motionless,
unable to decide what to do next. Fortunately for her, she did not have to concern herself with this as Kim
nuzzled into the crook of her neck and planted a soft kiss, feeling the young woman's pulse quicken as her
lips pressed to her skin. Bonnie shivered and her hands clenched but she didn't react otherwise, letting Kim take
the lead in their first encounter. "Mmm... you smell good..." Kim said, inhaling Bonnie's scent and letting out a
protracted breath on Bonnie's neck, making her moan softly at the sensation. She turned to look at Kim and
moments later their lips met in a fierce kiss...
HOURS LATER...
Kim and Bonnie lay cuddling in bed beneath the covers, Kim resting her head on Bonnie's well endowed chest
comfortably.
"I could get used to this." Kim said softly while Bonnie stroked her hair, the wig having been abandoned
thirty minutes into their tryst.
"So could I." Bonnie said, tenderly smiling down at the petite woman. "So could I..."
"Bonnie... in your personal... it said 'four-twenty okay'..." Kim said.
"It's purely recreational." Bonnie said. "I do it maybe once or twice a week. It usually takes me a month go to
through an eighth."
"Oh... so do you..." Kim asked.
Bonnie smiled at Kim softly.
"Not with me, Kimmie. Sorry." Bonnie said. "Besides, when you're around, you're the only drug I need."
Kim smiled and nuzzled into Bonnie's body a bit more before stopping and sitting up slowly.
"What's wrong?" Bonnie said, taken aback by this odd action.
"I've got to call home..." Kim said. "I told mom I'd call if I was going to be out past ten."
"Oh." Bonnie said and watched as the nude redhead walked around the bed and over to the phone, lifting it
from the cradle and dialing a number. She then put her hand on her hip and struck an unconscious pose.
"Hi, mom?" Kim said. "It's me... yeah... I'm gonna be out late... no... Don't worry... I'm safe... yes. I
promise."
Kim glanced over at Bonnie and their eyes locked for a moment.
"My date is someone I would trust my life with." Kim said for both women's benefits. "Yeah... I'll see you
later..."
She hung up the phone and Bonnie smiled at her.
"Thank you, Kimmie." Bonnie said.
"For what..?" Kim asked.
"For saying that... that really means a lot..." Bonnie said.
"Bonnie, it's the truth." Kim said. "You don't need to thank me..."
"I know... but I still want to." Bonnie said.
"You're welcome, Bonnie." Kim said and climbed back onto the bed, looking like a tigress on the prowl.
"Kimmie... can we wait a bit longer before we go for another round?" Bonnie said and Kim nodded while
deftly sliding her hand up along Bonnie's hip, slowly stoking the fires of desire within her. Kim then adopted
her previous position, cuddling against Bonnie's side and using her chest as a pillow while she continues to
gently caress Bonnie's flesh. Bonnie smiled down at the redhead while mulling over her next decision before
nodding imperceptibly.
"K?" Bonnie said.
"Yeah, B?" Kim said.
"I was thinking about giving up casual encounters..." Bonnie said.
"Oh?" Kim said.
"Yeah... I've found someone special to me and I don't need random flings anymore..." Bonnie said.
"Is she nice?" Kim asked.
"Sweet as sugar." Bonnie said.
"Is she pretty?" Kim asked.
"She's pretty as the day is long..." Bonnie said as she leaned down and kissed Kim atop her head.
"She sounds nice... are you ready to meet her parents?" Kim asked, looking up at Bonnie.
"To be with her? Yes." Bonnie said.
"Good..." Kim said. "I guess some good came of our casual encounter after all..."
THE END...
Author's Notes: Yeah, I know it's WAFFy and I know that I skipped a big chance to make that a raunch-fest
but would that really add to the story? I think not so I left it out. I will be writing a small epilogue for all you
who want to know how things turn out, but this isn't going to go much further. Thank you for reading, and
huge thanks to Anime Apothecary for his tireless beta-reading of my seemingly mindless ramblings. ^_^