20 September, 1997 Vicki first met Iris in the copy shop where the little vixy and her cohorts had been hiding out. A little mishap at the binding station got Iris caught in the middle of a binding job. Tammy, as surprised as her customer by the tiny purple vixen (believe me, over two hours of bookbinding, you will miss things like that), tried to pass her off as a complimentary bookmark. Vicki bought it, albeit reluctantly, but declined the free case of beer. (see if anyone gets that one. Hehe!)
