Anthro-Glamour

December 11th, 1959. Motor City, Paradise. It was midnight, the city just had a snowstorm covering everything in a blanket of snow. Outside of a bar, a woman stumbles out, she gave them the finger and then walks into the shadows of an alley. December 12th, 1959. Motor City Police Department. The next morning at the precinct. A Scottish Terrier walks into the room full of dogs, he is Captain MacGowan, so Captain did the usual Song and Dance just like every morning, into he pointed to me. “And this little kitty is our new rookie. Say hello to Scarlett Monroe.” I’m Scarlett of course. I’m a mid 30’s blonde 5 fo