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Bright beams of light pierced the long sky windows running down the length of the terminal.  Melanie squinted even under her protective sunglasses as she scanned the hall for their gate.  Gate 14E was down another round of horizontal escalators, or two.  She moved quickly even with her long jean skirt before hopping on one for the ride.  Along the way she passed several overcrowded overpriced restaurants and vendors before coming up upon her destination. Even this overly washed-out daytime environment Mel couldn’t miss the two black-haired heads side by side sitting alone by the gate's first column.   She knew better than to surprise t

It was a long drive from Baltimore to the suburbs of Richmond, Virginia.  Her long, thick tail was a bit stiff from the ride.  In the car was Barbara and the Professor.  Yet, despite his continuing curiosity, she did not bring up the previous debacle, or her desire to end it all.  Instead the radio played, simple classical music.  With Perfect Pitch and Memory, she knew immediately what the relatively unknown piece was, and what every note, on every instrument was as well.  She let her mind drift off and for a few moments she let her troubles float away, fantasizing with the aid of the music, her abnormally high libido pleasured in many exoti

Bright beams of light pierced the long sky windows running down the length of the terminal.  Melanie squinted even under her protective sunglasses as she scanned the hall for their gate.  Gate 14E was down another round of horizontal escalators, or two.  She moved quickly even with her long jean skirt before hopping on one for the ride.  Along the way she passed several overcrowded overpriced restaurants and vendors before coming up upon her destination. Even this overly washed-out daytime environment Mel couldn’t miss the two black-haired heads side by side sitting alone by the gate's first column.   She knew better than to surprise t

Bright beams of light pierced the long sky windows running down the length of the terminal.  Melanie squinted even under her protective sunglasses as she scanned the hall for their gate.  Gate 14E was down another round of horizontal escalators, or two.  She moved quickly even with her long jean skirt before hopping on one for the ride.  Along the way she passed several overcrowded overpriced restaurants and vendors before coming up upon her destination. Even this overly washed-out daytime environment Mel couldn’t miss the two black-haired heads side by side sitting alone by the gate's first column.   She knew better than to surprise t

Born Olivia Jennifer Morrigan, her father suffered from PTSD in the 1st Gulf War, and upon return, found his wife to have born a bizarre-looking mutant.  1991 was still a time when mutants (like Anne, Beth, Kate, and etc.) were extremely rare with the first media-recognized births in the mid-1980s--the causes were still completely unknown (they still are to some degree in the 2010s, although its more predictable with the genome cracked.)  Unable to cope, 2nd Lt. Rich Shoyo-Harris (half Eastern Shoshone, making her a fourth Native American, and the rest Anglo-Irish-ish) vanished--leaving Olivia to be raised by her now-destitute mothe

This was going to be the first time I had seen Caitlin since she had left for DC in June for her FBI internship.  Her grandma lived in Pittsburgh, which made it somewhat convenient for me, during these rough economic times and the hassle of finding a job, to meet her essentially half-way.   I had met her grandmother before, several times in fact, but not all of her cousins or extended family. I had heard about them, but there was never an opportunity to see them all.  Caitlin, as you all probably know is a very special girl.  Born 22 years ago in a Indianapolis hospital, it took the medical world immediately by storm.  She was endowed with a