Dawn Meadows

You May Have This Dance (4 of 8)

Maybe Dawn should have focused a little more on flirting than filching key-cards to sneak into server rooms and snoop on bad guys. Then she would be so "gulping-sweating-buckets-nervous" right about now!

Then again, summer afternoons lying on her oversized bed with her feet kicked up while reading mystery novels never prepared her for THIS outcome. If there was a chapter where Nancy Drew got sold into a harem then it must have been one of those (common) occurrences where the book fell a...

You May Have This Dance (3 of 8)

Dawn never imagined that she would long for a satin blouse paired with a tailored skirt suit. She'd even take a too starched button down shirt at this point.

ANYTHING other than these horrifying "clothes" that somehow comprise her "outfit" Dawn had rarely ever been so humiliated in her life (and she had been humiliated plenty). Sure she (overly) watched what she ate, hit the treadmill for the obligatory 30 minutes a day (okay, not EVERY day), and dropped support hose in the shopping bas...

You May Have This Dance (2 of 8)

Well this is certainly awkward. Dawn Meadows worked hard from her days in high school to attain the coveted internship at the Rose Tribune and didn't quit until she became an esteemed Star Reporter. You might say she is a classic career girl! And sure, nowadays, it's more common to find oneself switching careers.

But THIS!?

She might catch the occasional creep at the office copier stealing a peek at a (frustratingly) discovered (and humiliating) ladder climbing the back of her (br...

You May Have This Dance (1 of 8)

How in the world does Dawn end up in THIS predicament? The answer could be found at the end of so so so many of her tales. Just imagine Miss Meadows has failed to stay hidden, failed to escape in time, failed to stop the bad guys, failed to get the evidence, or just... failed. The intrepid reporter has failed so many times that... many times, you ask yourself... what happens next? Well... this might just be one of those times.

And in those times, when a girl is asked "May I have this da...

Outtakes: Temple of the Dawn 2

Do you remember that moment back in your air conditioned hotel room? You know, that moment you were staring at the chilled bottle of water on the desk, and those sheer barely black pantyhose draped over the back of the chair? And you took the pantyhose?

Yeah... well, now you're only chance for a drink is if you wring it out of those saturated stockings, because they just sapped you of your last drop!

Outtakes: Temple of the Dawn 1

Pits aren't the only perils in a slick Jungle Temple. If you could not have been talked about investigating these dark and unexplored halls, couldn't the abundance of bones lying about convinced you that, at least, you should have considered the impracticality of wearing pantyhose in the jungle?

Just "another day at the office" eh, Dawn?

Every Dog Has His Day (8 of 8)

Ohhhhhhhh... God... my head hurts... Wh-what the h-h-heck? Why are my tights soaking wet.

SPLASH! SWISH! SPLASH!

WHAT THE HECK!?

OH MY GOODNESS!!!

That's right, Kat. You are tied to a post out by the pier. The good news is that it is low tide. The bad news is that high tide is coming soon.

Wait! What are those shadows swimming around just beneath the surface of the waters lapping at you and soaking into your favorite cute black tights?

Oh my GOD! Those can'...

Every Dog Has His Day (7 of 8)

You fell down once and twisted your ankle. Did you think you could just get up and run away just because you were surrounded by King Mondo's lackeys? Your trim ankles look great in a pair of black tights, but that also means they are pretty delicate. Trying to run away with an injury just sends you tumbling down again... And this time, you hit your head. As consciousness slips away from your panicked mind, you think about your damaged morpher, busted communicator, and being all alone out here...

Every Dog Has His Day (6 of 8)

Oh no, Kat! That compromised ankle just can't support your weight (don't worry, it's not because of the ice cream float you had after school, it's just the injury!) These goons are gathering all around you while you teeter like a house of pink cards! There's only one place to go now...

Oh my! Looks like your attempts to slip away went about as well as trying to put on a pair of tights one size too small!

Every Dog Has His Day (5 of 8)

Hop to your feet, Kat! King Mondo's lackeys are in hot pursuit. You didn't think you could just sit there all afternoon and lick your wounds, did you? Sure, busted morpher, broken communicator doesn't leave you feeling all that "mighty."

Looks like you're gonna have to do the best you can as just plain old "Kat Hillard" if you want to stop Klank and Digster from blowing the top on this volcano and flooding the town of Angel Grove with molten lava!

Just gotta make that hasty escape...

Every Dog Has His Day (4 of 8)

This just isn't your day, Kat! Sloppy sleuthing, running in heels, in the mountains, and twisting your ankle in the process? You tried to keep moving, but it looks like the injury is worse than you thought. Ouch! The pain throbs through your leg and all you can do flinch from the waves.

To make matters worse, you can't even morph or call for help. In your tumble you must have damaged your morpher and communicator. This "going it on your own" business turns out to be a lot trickier than ...

Every Dog Has His Day (3 of 8)

Oh, Kat, don't you know? Even in sensible heels, you've gotta be careful moving too quickly through a twisty-turny mountain-scape! I know that you didn't sleuth quite as "sleuth-y" as you had hoped you would. And Klank and Digster are now wise to a nosy blonde spying on their clandestine volcano bombing. But in your haste to race against the lava that imminently threatens to wash away your precious Angel Grove, you've gone and twisted your ankle. I know it hurts, but this is NO time to soothi...

Every Dog Has His Day (2 of 8)

Looks like Digster is gonna throw one of his bombs into the lava pocket. Kat has seen enough to know that King Mondo's lackey Klank needs to be stopped before his latest scheme literally blows its top.  Just gotta notify the other Rangers...

Uh oh! Miss Hillard has been spotted! Shoot! Wasn't expecting that. I need to get out of sight so I can morph and communicate to the others!

Every Dog Has His Day (1 of 8)

Kat gets wind of King Mondo's latest scheme, and decides to do a little investigating on her own. What's this? His minions are trying to flood Angel Grove with lava from this volcano!?

You'd better not get spotted, Kat!

Katherine Hillard - Power Rangers Zeo 1996

We all take inspiration from various things in our youth. Often times with damsel in distress stuff, it comes from an old movie, TV show, or print media that we encountered at an impressionable age.

Going deep into my references, I found myself reminiscing about an old episode of Power Rangers, specifically, about the Pink Ranger. No, not the Pink Ranger that EVERYONE loves, the one who is many people's first crush lol. No, for me, it was a random episode with the Pink Ranger that FOLLO...

Girl Detectives

Looks like the cold isn't quite behind us for the season. What are girls to do on a night of wintery weather mix? Why, huddle in the attic, safe and cozy from the drizzling sleet and snow drearily haunting the night, of course! It's a girl's night, complete with wine, comparing case notes, and relaxed attire. No boys aloud!

What series would you like to see next?

So Dawn has faced another year in the Winter Cabin series, and discovered how dangerous it is to go sleuthing in a Jungle Temple.

Thus, it is that time again to check in with the community... what series would you like to see next?

Temple of the Dawn (7 of 7)

Like many adventurers before her, Dawn came unprepared. She regretted the fever that drove her to this investigation. She regretted coming to this place. She regretted foolishly not recognizing the trap. She regretted the folly of her ridiculously impractical outfit. She even regretted not changing into clean pantyhose this morning before embarking upon this perilous journey. Her head was filled with a cacophony of "if only i'd..."

All that on top of the sound of her screams as she fell...

Temple of the Dawn (6 of 7)

Even desperation and fear for your life can only keep a girl hanging on for so long. Eventually, with all the strength and stamina drained from her poor little arms and scrabbling fingers Dawn slipped off the edge of the pit and down she fell.

A high pitched scream could be heard echoing off the humidity soaked stone walls of the Jungle Temple.

Temple of the Dawn (5 of 7)

It didn't seem fair. How could Dawn be so light, but still lack the upper body strength to pull herself up and out of this peril!? They did it all the times in the movies. They made it look so easy. But here she was, whimpering as she felt the burn straining the taxed muscles in her too ineffectual limbs. Her stocking clad legs kicked out against the air throwing a tantrum at how unfair it all was and how they literally could do nothing else useful. Detractors in her professional life often c...

Temple of the Dawn (4 of 7)

The only thing worse than discovering that you have a run in your pantyhose while on a date with a really cute guy? Realizing that even with your head start sprint, you still can't jump over that dodgy patch of grass covering the floor. Turns out running in stocking feet is not the most athletic of preparations. And wouldn't you know it? Running and jumping long distances (or any distances for that matter) in a skirt is highly impractical, naive, and downright foolish!

About halfway thr...

Temple of the Dawn (3 of 7)

The intoxication of curiosity makes it impossible to resist tugging upon a found mysterious thread of yarn. Dawn Meadows knew that she had to plunge headfirst into her investigation.

But she was aware that she was far from home, and the dangers here could be more exotic and perilous. Her girl detective nature tugged her forward, but the reinforced toes on her stocking feet stopped just short of the tuft of grass on the floor.

With a shivering look at the piles of bones littering t...

Temple of the Dawn (2 of 7)

The labyrinthine halls of the Jungle Temple led Dawn Meadows on a dizzying journey. While the hot sun was off her back deep within this place, the walls were slick with the reach of the humidity. It wasn't the first or the last time that she would lament the clingy nylon glazing her long and slender world class legs.

Dawn longed for a drink of water. If she got turned around one more time or passed another pile of intimidating bones she was about ready to wring her pantyhose out over he...

Temple of the Dawn (1 of 7)

Somewhere in South America...

An intrepid blonde reporter finds herself sleuthing the torch-lit halls of a Jungle Temple. What is she looking for? Why is she here? The only certain thing is that she is far from her bustling home of New York City... and she could not be more impractically dressed for the occasion!

Winter Cabin - Part V (9 of 9)

It turned out that Gerald Sinclair had not forgotten their encounter from last year. He had laid that trap so carefully, and lured Dawn Meadows, so unwittingly into it. He only hadn't accounted for the unexpected variable of the appearance of her spirited cousin, fellow reporter, Rebecca Lillian Carter.

But Gerald Sinclair had been a patient man. He had been all these years. He had to. Dawn Meadows was an annoyingly consistent foil. She had been since she was a teenage girl. And that fo...

Winter Cabin - Part V (8 of 9)

It turned out, the stranger was expecting company. The door to the Winter Cabin opened and in walked a well dressed middle aged man, huddled from the biting cold. The warmth of the fire was a welcome feeling. Gerald Sinclair shook off the the glistening flakes of snow, stomping his expensive shoes on the hardwoods.

"You've done well," he commended his henchman with a curt nod. The stranger nodded silently. It had all been too easy. The trusting blonde answering the door had made sure of...

Winter Cabin - Part V (7 of 9)

The stranger stepped away from the window, and staring out into the windswept white wasteland. And returned his attention to the sleeping golden haired beauty sprawled out on the wooden dining table at the center of the cabin. Her slender body was draped in a lazily cozy fitting sweater knit dress, stretched and pooling around every peak and valley of her made for magazine body. A pair of smoky sheer pantyhose were pulled taut over long creamy legs that disappeared over the edge of the table....

Winter Cabin - Part V (6 of 9)

Becky Carter, the well known machine gun mouth fiery blonde reporter who shopped for bargains and took no nonsense when it came to criminals and her pantyhose, found herself unusually calm and serene despite the dire circumstances of the situation. It only took an unhealthy dose of dart toxin and a good old fashioned hog tie to convince her.

The stranger watched out the window at the driven snow. Was he expecting company?

Winter Cabin - Part V (5 of 9)

With bellicose Becky subdued, the stranger returned to the hearth where the star reporter for the Rose Tribune lay still slumbering. He scooped up her lithe and unresistant body into his capable arms and carried her toward the table. The reinforced toes on her stocking bearing feet swayed like chocolate twizzler candies, her hair a waterfall of molten honey. The silky material of her leg-wear slipped and slid against the milky white skin of her thighs, adding a literal layer of challenge to m...

Winter Cabin - Part V (4 of 9)

Becky is not the type of girl to take her bondage sitting still. She tests her bonds with a certain degree of ferocity and even with a pair of panties stuffed in her puffed cheeks slathered with humiliating tape she makes sure to be vocal about it. It all comes out muffled but her captors never question her demeanor on matters.

This particular captor required a bit more cooperation on Miss Carter's behalf (forgive him as he is meeting her for the first time) and thus imagine Becky's sur...