C57 Gerald’s model woman

Gerald wiped the sweat away from his brow. “Well, kids, it’s getting late. I better get...”

Zurra’s arm grew long and wrapped around his waist. “Oh no you don’t! You owe me a sketch.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he recalled.

Zurra pulled out a sphere and tossed it into the air. It exploded into a window of light. On one side was a spinning outline of a female