Pickles
Sour pickles that make me pucker
Sour pickles that make me pucker
I tried, I tried, with all my might
Jackie pulled the collar of her housecoat tight around her neck and opened the door to let her cat inside after his morning romp.
Missy’s moon shadow cast long, tail twitching in anticipation; the taste of freshly killed squirrel electrified her whiskers.
The life of a super-villainess was burdensome to Amy and when her fembot henchman, Stacey, suggested a vacation in her winter-lair on the Caribbean, she jump...
Larry sat in the jail cell and tried to make himself invisible.
David Pemberton leaned into the mirror and fussed over the crow’s feet starting to creep into his face.
Herb was delusional.
Tommy Andolini was a brute.
“Where’s my son?
Josie screamed in her helmet.
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.