It was a long drive from Baltimore to the suburbs of Richmond, Virginia. Her long, thick tail was a bit stiff from the ride. In the car was Barbara and the Professor. Yet, despite his continuing curiosity, she did not bring up the previous debacle, or her desire to end it all. Instead the radio played, simple classical music. With Perfect Pitch and Memory, she knew immediately what the relatively unknown piece was, and what every note, on every instrument was as well. She let her mind drift off and for a few moments she let her troubles float away, fantasizing with the aid of the music, her abnormally high libido pleasured in many exotic manners, by an unknown man. Normally it would have been Michael, but bringing up his face, only brought pain.
For most of the way down, she slept, purring softly as she rested her giant head on the window.
"Wake up, we're here." She felt a nudge on her shoulder as Dr. Shaharaz