This is a little microsite containing some 3D printing models to share. Maybe some other stuff. You’re welcome to copy and remix the models. I would appreciate if you credit me and/or keep the signature present in the model. But, you don’t have to.
Also, ask me anonymous questions if you want.
“Can’t you just do whatever you did at the door?” Phaine was, very obviously, incredibly annoyed about the situation.
How much love does it take to stand against the horrors of the world?
Valerie rested her head on the wooden counter-top of the island, simultaneously steadying herself and letting the cool, rough wood surface ground and distract her from the way the room was trying to spin and twist around her.
“Wait, you’re still married?” “I didn’t even read the prenup. I trusted Matt. He flipped through page by page and told me what each one said, only he left out a few things.”
Phaine led the group into the antechamber, carrying one of the flickering candles that they had used to light Mira’s bedroom. The thief moved quietly enough that Ness wondered if cat claws were the only enhancements the woman had. The dim candlelight was barely enough to see by, but not enough to rouse the sleeping guard.
Valerie thought seriously about simply leaving. Lucca’s outburst had not been, precisely, violence directed at her; but it felt like a threat, or at least a danger. It was, at least, not a strong indicator that she was safe with them. She reflected blackly that it at least helped settle the tension between her concerns about how they had treated her, and her arousal and attraction to them. Despite whatever other ways her mind was twisted and broken, Lucca’s demonstration did not in any way draw her interest.
“Hey, Mira?” Ness peeled away from the door and floated behind Mira’s elbow, careful not to touch her. “Not now, Ness,” Mira muttered, waving her away dismissively, and ignoring Ness’s answering scowl.
Valerie swallowed, watching Lucca’s back for the few seconds it took them to cross the kitchen, heading toward the basement.
Valerie and Lucca spent Friday wiping, reinstalling, and configure one of Lucca’s old laptops. The old laptop turned out to be several generations newer than the one Valarie had previously owned, now stashed wherever Dana had stored all of her things.
“Pai—” Valerie coughed, almost choking on the bite of sandwich that she had been in the middle of chewing. She took a swig of water, swallowing down the half-eaten lump of bread and peanut butter.