Woman to Anthro Cat TF Lizzie languished in her dull office cubicle. Her fingers twirled ever deeper into the mass of dark brown hair straddling her neck in a vain attempt to distract from the endless spreadsheets in front of her. She adjusted her glasses and rubbed her eyes, without success. Try as she might she could no longer make the symbols on the screen comprehensible to her work-addled mind, and so she gave up. “Okay, think I’m done for the day,” she said to whoever was listening, or perhaps to no-one, or maybe to herself. That’s just how it is sometimes in offices, especially late in the day when the productive are riding out their last dregs of humanity. She gathered her belongings and set out for the exit. Just a few dozen steps and a short car ride stood between her and a warm bath, a nice meal, a good book and- an interloper. David from marketing was standing in the corridor ahead of her, the only obstacle remaining between her and freedom. “Oh, hey Lizzie!” he said
Woman to Anthro Cat TF Lizzie languished in her dull office cubicle. Her fingers twirled ever deeper into the mass of dark brown hair straddling her neck in a vain attempt to distract from the endless spreadsheets in front of her. She adjusted her glasses and rubbed her eyes, without success. Try as she might she could no longer make the symbols on the screen comprehensible to her work-addled mind, and so she gave up. “Okay, think I’m done for the day,” she said to whoever was listening, or perhaps to no-one, or maybe to herself. That’s just how it is sometimes in offices, especially late in the day when the productive are riding out their last dregs of humanity. She gathered her belongings and set out for the exit. Just a few dozen steps and a short car ride stood between her and a warm bath, a nice meal, a good book and- an interloper. David from marketing was standing in the corridor ahead of her, the only obstacle remaining between her and freedom. “Oh, hey Lizzie!” he said
