High above the roar of the city, seven gargoyles lay frozen in stone, waiting for the sun to set. Slowly the golden sun melted beneath the clouds, leaving the world in the semi-darkness of twilight. As the last rays of sun faded from the faces of the gargoyles, their stony skin began to crack. With a great smashing sound and a deep throated roar, Goliath broke free of his bindings. The same sounds were repeated as the gargoyles surrounding him awakened.
The others leapt off their perches, but Goliath spread his wings to take off. Hudson turned to him curiously. Where are you off to in such a hurry laddie? Goliath turned to his elderly friend. To visit Elisa. She wanted to come with me on patrol. Hudson raised an eyebrow amusedly. Aye, of course, he nodded. Goliath studied his friend through slightly narrowed eyes. What is that supposed to mean? Hudson gave a small cough. Nothing lad. Have a good time. Hudson turned to go inside. With a last cursory look at his friend, Goliath flew off into the night.
Elisa Maza stood in front of the long mirror on her closet door, frowning. A steadily growing pile of rejected clothes lay scattered on her bed. Elisa sighed irritably. This dinner is more trouble then its worth.
Leaning into her closet, Elisa pushed pairs of jeans, t-shirts, and jackets out of the way. So far, her search for a suitably formal, and feminine, outfit had been futile. Shed never really had much a use for dresses and the like. I knew I shouldve taken that shopping trip, she muttered, annoyed.
Giving another loud sigh, she threw herself on the bed. She sat staring at her closet as though hoping an outfit would magically appear. Suddenly, her eye caught a shimmer of satin stuffed into one of the shelves. Hardly daring to believe it, Elisa pulled out a satin cocktail dress. It was a bit wrinkled, but after a few shakes it smoothed out.
Elisa eyed the dress thoughtfully. It was pretty, darkest black satin with a delicate line of beads at the top. It was fairly form fitting, small at the waist, flaring out slightly at the hips. With a shrug Elisa pulled her black tee off and removed her jeans. Slipping into the dress, she found it fit well. I dont even remember getting this, She said, amazed at her good luck.
Reaching own her back, she began to struggle with the zipper. Having no luck, she gave up and sat down at her vanity. She studied her cinnamon comp...More Cartoon Sex Stories...