After reviewing the things I have to do and the time I have
to do it in, I regretfully inform the ML that the Taskmistress
has to hang up her cattle prod and store it in the vault in
the Smithsonian where she'll have access to it again in a couple of 
months.  To all of you that I've met and grown to care and admire,
I will still be watching you from afar, reminding you *gently*
to continue the 'fics and make the 'Mistress proud that she
knows you.  Besides, how else can I write my own 'fics if I'm
constantly reading others'?

Special thanks to Chris Willmore, Andy Skuse, Damon Casale,
Saf, Misa, Kun-chan, Nightelf and of course, Rob Orick for
making me laugh and smile and think and cry.

Very special thanks to White Wolf for not booting me
off when the spamming got intense.

And to all of you going to AX Dinner, I'll seeing you there!!

Foxtrot the Furryous, BTFH
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Foxtrot: Say goodnight, Vixxy.
Vixxy: I'm not falling for that!