Nyandemic Story, pt. 23
I bristled, but couldn't quite bring myself to pull away from her touch; instead, I turned my head and brooded – at that, at the thought that there might not even _be_ much I could do about these instincts, and at the reminder of how I'd spent the...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 25
## 10. HIC SVNT HOMINES I felt like a coiled spring when I awoke the next morning; there was a tension – not nervous, but _restless_ – charging my entire frame. Truthfully, I wanted to laze around in bed, or better yet, go back to sleep – I'd sure as...