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Collage March 2008:-

“Where on earth did I put the xxxxing thing!” exclaimed the stunning GTS grumpily to herself as she stood and looked ahead to see if it was over there. Even the flames of the burning buildings behind her didn’t warm her up as she pulled her collar up with a leather gloved hand on what was an extraordinarily cold evening in LA. Her other gloved hand was on her shapely hip emphasized by the belted coat she was wearing. Matching black trousers tucked into knee length boots completed the look.

Where on earth took on a literal feel as the GTS went searching for her purse/handbag. The authorities could only sit and watch as the beautiful GTS cut a swathe through the landscape, they had tried everything when she was walking through the desert after suddenly coming through a portal, and nothing could touch her, and now she was in a built up area any attack on her would be even worse than what she is doing now, so while the authorities were evacuating, the GTS smashed through the city buildings with impunity, whether stepped on by booted foot, pushed aside with gloved hand, or destroyed by whatever other means, she cut a destructive swathe. She was annoyed and as a member of the GTS race cared little for the surroundings of the other tiny planets she came across, anything from indifference, as now, to downright contempt, all that mattered at the moment was she found her handbag/purse and anything else was, that’s just too bad. It was the day after one of those parties, as she partied through the night she seemed to have forgotten about it and had been looking for it a large part of the day. Then she remembered that little episode, when for a dare she went through the portal to take something to see if the tinies would notice in the morning but in her tipsy state wasn’t fully aware of what she was doing, could she have left the bag here?, BAD news for earth…….

Description
Collage March 2008:-

“Where on earth did I put the xxxxing thing!” exclaimed the stunning GTS grumpily to herself as she stood and looked ahead to see if it was over there. Even the flames of the burning buildings behind her didn’t warm her up as she pulled her collar up with a leather gloved hand on what was an extraordinarily cold evening in LA. Her other gloved hand was on her shapely hip emphasized by the belted coat she was wearing. Matching black trousers tucked into knee length boots completed the look.

Where on earth took on a literal feel as the GTS went searching for her purse/handbag. The authorities could only sit and watch as the beautiful GTS cut a swathe through the landscape, they had tried everything when she was walking through the desert after suddenly coming through a portal, and nothing could touch her, and now she was in a built up area any attack on her would be even worse than what she is doing now, so while the authorities were evacuating, the GTS smashed through the city buildings with impunity, whether stepped on by booted foot, pushed aside with gloved hand, or destroyed by whatever other means, she cut a destructive swathe. She was annoyed and as a member of the GTS race cared little for the surroundings of the other tiny planets she came across, anything from indifference, as now, to downright contempt, all that mattered at the moment was she found her handbag/purse and anything else was, that’s just too bad. It was the day after one of those parties, as she partied through the night she seemed to have forgotten about it and had been looking for it a large part of the day. Then she remembered that little episode, when for a dare she went through the portal to take something to see if the tinies would notice in the morning but in her tipsy state wasn’t fully aware of what she was doing, could she have left the bag here?, BAD news for earth…….