milkmaiden38
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Venus Lynx
It was fair to say that Venus Lynx had not been herself of late. For one thing, her mood reflected the weather, which was stormy. At that moment her troubled face stared at the green light she could not go through because some many people had run the red light on the crossing street.
“Assholes!” She said to herself as she waited for the road to clear. Another gust of air pushed on her car. It was going to rain … she knew it. Finally, the intersection cleared and it was her turn. She just made it through just before the light turned yellow.
Venus pulled into the local Starbucks near the Yokai Academy as the engine of her old/classic Ford Mustang coughed a few times. The car rattled, almost stalled but kept running. She sighed, unrolled her window. She ordered two vanilla lattes. The barista stared back at her unsmiling like she was some kind of monster. “I’m not a monster … I’m witch … dummy!” she thought to herself.
People would often find themselves feeling uncomfortable in Venus’ presence. They sensed she was different, but they never knew why. However this uneasy sense bugged her… a social hang up she never quite learned to rid. She had a wonderful genuinely warm smile and a twinkle in her eyes that men and women seemed to love. But these items never seemed to be enough to prevent that “uncomfortable” interaction with regular humans. Today however, she was not even trying to be liked. She was in a bad mood …and she had a very good reason for her disposition.
She had received the ashes of her ex-husband’s mother. This might not sound bad … but it was. She needed to head up north to the arctic research station he worked at and deliver them to him.
The coffees were ready and she placed them in the car’s cup holders. “Pull yourself together, you need to pick up your daughter” she told herself. She swept her hand through her beautiful red colored hair, which fell naturally to the left. She was forty years old but she had a youthful complexion that made her look closer to thirty. She had her father’s eyes, or so she had been told. Bright hazel with a touch of red in color in them. Today she wore her blue jeans and a revealing corset, with white lace. The corset did nothing to hide her huge chest. It was another thing that seemed to make most people uncomfortable with her. Most women hated her for have such large breasts and most men treated her like she was stupid and/or a slut.
She drove her car the three blocks to the Yokai Academy waiting area and parked just as the rain started to come down.
It was fair to say that Venus Lynx had not been herself of late. For one thing, her mood reflected the weather, which was stormy. At that moment her troubled face stared at the green light she could not go through because some many people had run the red light on the crossing street.
“Assholes!” She said to herself as she waited for the road to clear. Another gust of air pushed on her car. It was going to rain … she knew it. Finally, the intersection cleared and it was her turn. She just made it through just before the light turned yellow.
Venus pulled into the local Starbucks near the Yokai Academy as the engine of her old/classic Ford Mustang coughed a few times. The car rattled, almost stalled but kept running. She sighed, unrolled her window. She ordered two vanilla lattes. The barista stared back at her unsmiling like she was some kind of monster. “I’m not a monster … I’m witch … dummy!” she thought to herself.
People would often find themselves feeling uncomfortable in Venus’ presence. They sensed she was different, but they never knew why. However this uneasy sense bugged her… a social hang up she never quite learned to rid. She had a wonderful genuinely warm smile and a twinkle in her eyes that men and women seemed to love. But these items never seemed to be enough to prevent that “uncomfortable” interaction with regular humans. Today however, she was not even trying to be liked. She was in a bad mood …and she had a very good reason for her disposition.
She had received the ashes of her ex-husband’s mother. This might not sound bad … but it was. She needed to head up north to the arctic research station he worked at and deliver them to him.
The coffees were ready and she placed them in the car’s cup holders. “Pull yourself together, you need to pick up your daughter” she told herself. She swept her hand through her beautiful red colored hair, which fell naturally to the left. She was forty years old but she had a youthful complexion that made her look closer to thirty. She had her father’s eyes, or so she had been told. Bright hazel with a touch of red in color in them. Today she wore her blue jeans and a revealing corset, with white lace. The corset did nothing to hide her huge chest. It was another thing that seemed to make most people uncomfortable with her. Most women hated her for have such large breasts and most men treated her like she was stupid and/or a slut.
She drove her car the three blocks to the Yokai Academy waiting area and parked just as the rain started to come down.
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