Here's Where Things Get Complicated
“Those are my panties. He's wearing my panties.” Writer Lady says. “Mi'lady?” Diomedes inquires. Remembering the dragon in the bathroom Writer Lady backs into the room and shuts the door quickly. Facing Diomedes she leans back against the vanity and pastes on a smile. “Could you stay here for a minute?” She asks. “I thought I was going to see my place of birth.” Diomedes says. “You are, but something has come up.” She mutters, “Up out of the cauldron and into my panties, the heathen.” “Sorry?” Diomedes asks. “If you could just wait here for me.” “Of course Mi'lady.” Diomedes says with a nod. “Whatever you hear...don't open the door.” Writer Lady says. “I will do whatever you ask.” “Thank you Diomedes.” She says. The dragon nods. Opening the door, Writer Lady steps into the hallway closing the door behind her, by then Tinkletoes is standing at the demon's side. Writer Lady glares at Tinkletoes. “I didn'