Ok, so it looks like I am indeed going to finish the story
myself. By the end of 2003. I promise.
Ok, by the end of 2006. Yeah. That is a vow I can make. And keep, unless I am struck dead
or dumb, or loose all will and drive to write.
My vow:
All Five (or Six) chapters of “The Undernet Saga” will be completed by the 10th
anaversary of the first chapter.
I should be able to keep that. If I can just resume writing…
Dana Short
1-14-03
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Chapter 4: Reconsolidation
Dana shivered as she stepped out of the shower into the warm breeze
from the heater in the ceiling. Pulling a decrepit old towel from the rack against the
wall, she proceeded to try and dry her hair. As she had feared, this was a much more
daunting prospect than it had ever been for her before. Finally, surrendering to leaning
over and just squeezing the majority of the water out of her hair as it draped down before
her, almost to the small blue rug sitting on the tile floor, she then snagged a second
towel, letting the first drop to the ground next to the hamper, and tried to wrap the hair
up in a turban as she had seen other women do. After 3 tries she gave up, instead tossing
the towel over her shoulder, grapping a thin yellow handtowl from the dwindling selection
on the rack, and using it to tie up her hair in a makeshift ponytail. She then pulled the
larger towel off her shoulder, and used it to dry her body, which she did successfully,
other than her back, which proved a futile attempt, as every time she moved, the mass of
cold wet hair hanging from her head slid across her back one way or the other and left a
stripe of wet skin behind it.
Surrendering to the inevitable, she plucked the t-shirt from the top of the clothes
hamper, sliding it out from under the coveralls, and leaning over, she let her hair again
hang down in front. She again dried her back with the now damp towel, dropped it to the
floor, grasped the hair, and carefully inserted it, then her head into the T-shirt, before
letting the hair fall free to hang down again. Still bent over, she pulled the last towel,
this time a rather decent fluffy pink one from the rack, and tucked it into the collar of
her shirt, like a cape. Swinging the damp mass of hair around as she stood up, the towel
prevented the hair from resting against the t-shirt, and thus kept her dry. Perhaps a
minor victory, but any success is better than failure.
Next, she picked up the panties, and looked at them again. Thinking that there was no way
they would fit, she decided to try them on anyhow, before resorting to the old pair of
Jockey Shorts she had been wearing before, which she did know would fit, however poorly.
It was with a bit of surprise that she found the panties did fit, even if a bit snuggly
when pulled up. The top was far lower on her hips then she was used to with briefs, which
reached to the waist, but despite that fact, they were above the curve of her hips by
enough that the thin elastic circle was able to keep them in place.
Finally adding the overalls, which were also a passable fit, even though they did end a
bit higher than her ankles, and bag out at the sides and along her legs, she decided she
was ready to face the world. Or at least her house and Shelly.
She opened the door and stepped out into the chill air of the house, the heater having
been on now for almost 20 minutes it's still brought the temperature inside up to less
than 60 degrees.
Rounding past the stairs she stopped at thermostat and checked the temperature and it was
almost 70. She was surprised but figuring that the Cold she was feeling was more due her
wet hair than anything else.
As she proceeded course the kitchen the smell hit her. It was delicious. It was breakfast!
somehow After searching through the freezer the refrigerator and the cupboards Shelley had
figured out a way to make a sumptuous feast.
NOTE: The above is choppy. Why? Because it is not even written yet. I
will stop here, because I do plan on trying to finish this sometime, just not today.
Today, I am working on a monster story called Meeting of Minds. Read it here:
Meeting Of Minds
A Fan-Fiction based on the Highlander Universe
(Warning: Pure Spoilers)
Read the Plot Notes for the rest of the story
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