"Fred and Wilma Skunkstone," growled the skunk. Terry, the party goer assigned to the door looked up, and up some more. The male skunk was more than seven feet tall, thick of body and limb, with a bit of a pot belly. The caveman club on his shoulder was almost as long as Terry was tall and as thick as a man's thigh.The skunk was in costume, in a yellow fake fur tunic with dark brown spots that looked like chocolate chips. He must have bought it at a costume store and it fit around his huge torso

The
Hitchiker
By
Strega
It
was a dark green Ford Econoline van that finally slowed when Mark
crooked his thumb at the side of the road. He smiled; there wasn't
much traffic, and he'd begun to think he'd end up walking the whole
way to Eagle River. A cheap hotel room was a far better prospect for
the evening than a chilly night spent huddled beneath a tree
someplace. It could get plenty uncomfortable in June in Alaska if
you got wet, and the TV at the last gas station said a summer storm

Sandra and Delilah
By Strega
        
Sandra had her eye on Delilah for some months before she had her opportunity.
        
She watched her fellow stripper slowly deteriorate, victim of a growing drug habit and a series of abusive boyfriends. Not every stripper went down that path; half the staff at the Great Alaskan Bush Company were college girls working their way through school. Sandra herself had been there for