Excerpt from February’s issue of TeenCape: A Night with Shield-Maiden
I know why they call them tights now. Hoo boy. Attention, Imagination: there is nothing left for you.
Two days ago I caught the Menacing Martian checking out my ass mid-fight. Tongue-lolling, eye-dropping, mind’s-eye chugging leer. Granted, I just used the distraction to kick him so hard his unborn kids could describe the shape of my foot, but still. Yuck, right?
I don’t hav. . .
Excerpt from February’s issue of TeenCape: A Night with Shield-Maiden
I know why they call them tights now. Hoo boy. Attention, Imagination: there is nothing left for you.
Two days ago I caught the Menacing Martian checking out my ass mid-fight. Tongue-lolling, eye-dropping, mind’s-eye chugging leer. Granted, I just used the distraction to kick him so hard his unborn kids could describe the shape of my foot, but still. Yuck, right?
I don’t hav. . .