Okay...great poll! It looks like Fear the Light is #1.
Pacific Tides is #2.
And The SO-REAL Network comes in at #3.
sheila wt... You wanted Will in all black and bossy....now you will have just that. Hang on to something bolted down…and Thanks for voting!
JewWitch18...Ahhhh yes...the ever impenetrable highly-encrypted Lesbian Code....man-hackers have been trying to break that one since the beginning of time. As for Nine-West....LOL shoe buying variety hour...that's good...no...I believe its’ a channel chock-full of chaps and dust...and horses...and a Bounty Hunter by the name of Treena Maclay. I think you won’t be disappointed.
Rane018...Thank you for such words...but as you well know...this...ALL of this is basically your fault for getting me hooked on fic. You sired my participation here... Now you will have to live with the written consequences...can you handle it? I am loving your quote by the way...trolls will one day rule the world.
willntlover...You are very welcome for the stories. All I can say at this point is prepare yourself for many more opportunities for all-around rack-checks.
LeatherQueen... Okay...you're in Texas...that means the southern part of the country is covered with Niki clonage. Good. Your model number is the NM8675309 the 'Jenny Series'. I accept your gratuitous bean offrage and sing a happy little song in your honor (when they can peel me from the ceiling what with all the caffeine)
Grimlock72...Ohh if there were vote offs on the show...it would certainly be Tustin getting the boot...but then who would we have to snarl with disgust whenever he made a stupid comment? Hard to say...as for the other channels...there are a couple out there that have been unchanneled (heh no pun) and we may one say see them...if I have to set the Telly TIVO to record it ...I will.
Dave V...I love it when people all me surreal. My crew back at the base will think I have done my job well in this case....surreal officer in training, Martin will be envious of my advancement and it may cause a few professional frictions...but I'll make do. Thank you!
Mrs Vertigo... What is going on with WHO'S eyes? (bats lashes innocently) Heh..hehheheheheh....
Tkheaven...please be careful what avatar you put up...remember the last time you incapacitated me with your Tara one...I swear I was like a kitten mesmerized by a ball of yarn...I can’t afford to lose such time again...no matter how sweet it is....
barnabasvamp... Have a thing for sixties witches, eh? Heh.
And now…on with the show…
***
Who puts zippers in the back anymore?
Taryn struggled the zipper half way up her back and could go no further. She left it alone with a sigh of frustration and took the moment to look at her surroundings.
Winna Gunn had suggested Taryn change in the her own quarters...located in an attached unit beside the work facility. Now, Taryn turned in a slow circle.
Perhaps if she could get a feel for the place, she would somehow get a glimpse into the nebulous world that belonged to Winna.
The flat was a converted warehouse unit... Large, with no windows, and the only doors being the one she was led in through and the one leading to bathroom.
The whole place was lit by the same strange blue lighting that seemed to add ambience rather than much to see by. A large kitchen was off to the left...with a wide island and professional looking cooking ware hanging from above.
Next to the kitchen was what Taryn would call an open study. A desk with one wicked looking laptop, and no other deskly clutter, a shelf filled with music rather than books...and not a single CD...they were all record albums. Classical and jazz... timely pieces clashing with her high-tech Spartan decor.
Taryn was standing in what could only be called the bedroom. A doublewide king bed and a dresser drawer set. No pictures or posters...no decorations or designs...and no mirrors. Not a single one.
Taryn wondered suddenly if the bathroom would follow the same suit...if she would walk in and flick on that eerie blue light...and there she would see nothing but white walls washed in azure light. No reflective surfaces whatsoever.
She stepped towards the bathroom ...
" If you want the 25 cent tour, I could put it on your tab..." Winna said from the door. Taryn jumped and spun to face her. Winna was smiling thinly from behind her shades. She stepped through the door and sauntered across the room like an easygoing panther stalking her prey.
" I-I didn't know I had a tab..." Taryn said...after taking a second to find her voice. She flinched slightly as Winna put a hand on her shoulder and turned her away...facing the kitchen.
" You know...I designed these suits to only zip up in the back."
She slowly pulled up on the zipper, closing Taryn's suit.
" It's kind of an inconvenience." Taryn said over her shoulder.
" The question is...for
whom?" Winna asked. Taryn could hear the smile in her voice. She turned around.
" Are we ready to go?" She asked. Winna gave her an appreciative glance over. Taking extra time to check out how well-fitted the Mylar was over her chest area.
" Hooray for me." She said under her breath...and then much louder. " We are ready to go."
Winna led the way out of her domicile and into the workroom where Ryder was already suited and ready to roll.
"Okay...I already told Astrid she's on babysitting duty...so if you boys get out of line when I'm gone...Mary Poppins is going to hold a whole new connotation you. Got it?" Thurman scowled up from his place in the guest chair. He ruffled his newspaper in defiance and went back to pretending to read. Wade pouted from his console.
Neither man looked thrilled about being left behind.
After Winna had won the stare-down contest with Thurman...he had suggested that he and Wade wait in the car as back up.
Winna had politely reminded him that "NO one drives The goddam Car."
Now...as Winna, Taryn and Ryder walked to the garage and the door opened... Winna pulled a thumb-sized remote out of her jacket pocket and placed her thumb over the illuminated red pad.
In the garage...a thick-throated engine roared to life. The headlights remained off...but the classic beauty of the vehicle was not lost on darkness...if fact...in the dimly lit garage, the steel-gray Malibu with plates that read GUNN1...was almost a living, breathing creature on wheels. It’s finish glistened as if perpetually wet.
Winna smiled over her shoulder at Taryn like a proud mother over a particularly healthy child.
" This is The Car." She said. Taryn watched the car shudder under its own power. The black windows gave it a similar look to its owner. Mysterious… a thing of beauty …and of potential danger.
And just like its owner. Taryn wanted very much to see what was going on behind the glittering dark glass.
Winna brought the remote to her lips.
"Open up, sweetheart." she said.
" Winna loves to show off her best girl." Ryder said sarcastically over Taryn's shoulder.
The sounds of heavy locks disengaging and the doors opened slowly, on hydraulics.
" They open faster...depending on the urgency in her voice...it's pure genius actually...but mostly for show. Impressed?" Ryder asked. Taryn could only nod.
Winna slid in behind the wheel and Ryder took the back seat.
" You have to see this thing from shotgun...it's the only way to appreciate it fully." She said.
Taryn slid into the passenger seat and immediately turned to try and look out of the windshield. The glass was completely opaque.
" How can you see out of this?" She asked in a mild panic. Winna put the remote away and set her hands lovingly on the wheel. She took one off to briefly tap the lenses of her own glasses.
" The same way I see out of these." She offered cryptically.
" Wake up, Sleepyhead...time to roll." She said to the car.
Suddenly, the car awoke fully…
…and Taryn could see the world through Winna's eyes.
Commercial
Stay tuned for Pacific Tides…
I liked Willow's ramble about the candle, can actually see her running through the house with her eyes sorta closed.
great update Nikki!! 
Tustin's GOTTA get booted, I mean really...overcrowding is such a bad thing...unless you're surrounded by candles...
actually, I have one I wanna put up for the holidays but I'm afraid of not pulling away from the screen once I've posted it. I might go for something a little more subtle. (*chuckle* yeah) Maybe I'll but the "angel" back up. Plus I've been Gay Now for a few days so I gotta rumage through my avitar folder for something nice.. 
We get to pick again 
okay, i'm done whining. 
Some more hints about Winna, but I'm not hazarding a guess - another symptom of the control freak that is me, I hate being wrong!
oooh boy, this riding instructor is very, very happy. can't wait can't wait!!! I always thought tara could be quite butch in the saddle 
at you. 
You have me LMAO and then pondering the cliffhangers within seconds. I sat down and read the whole dealio from beginning to end and it was worth every second. Glad to see you back in rare form.
i can feel roselyn's pain towards that sperm donor of a father. (yes, i have issues. not quite a subscription, but definitely many issues.) 