Furry Herm

a space worth having parked in a faculty spot. She could fucking care less if one of those damn Parking Nazi’s gave her a ticket. What was ten bucks compared to her future? As she made her way to Professor Holloman’s office she told herself to cool down. It wouldn’t help a damn thing if she was so upset that she couldn’t see straight. It was really awful fault of hers, her whole family was even tempered cats, but she had a temper that could light a forest fire. She took deep breaths and steadily her stomps were replaced by regular walking and so by the time Charlie was at Holloman’s door she was ready to have an adult conversation with the ass hole.His office door was open when she got there and so she cleared her throat as she walked into the room.”Good afternoon Miss Davis,” Holloman’s deep voice greeted her. He looked up at her as she walked in and put down whatever he had been working on.”Sir, I’m sorry to bother you right now, but there is something I need to discuss with you,” she came to stand in front of his desk looking down at him with her hands clasped behind her back and a pleasant smile plastered on her face.Holloman stood and gestured a large paw at the chair in front of his seat, “Have a seat and I’ll be more than happy to talk about whatever you want. Although, I have a good idea that this is about your mid-term grade?” His muzzle spread in a knowing grin as he watched her sit in the chair he had poi …to be continued!