Fear had crept into their lives with the stealth and cunning of a lone mouse. No chew marks victimizing the cardboard corners of cereal boxes or pounds of pasta. No rat-tat-tat-tat of ungroomed nails scurrying after breakfast or between dinner and dessert. Just the occasional pellet of poop. Mostly left in the sink after the…
Her ass had more flavor than a Big Mac. Not that she knew Edwin had been in there. His girl, Letica, found the idea repulsive in description only. Her moans indicated otherwise. As she lay there after, sprawled out on her bed breathless and wide-eyed, Edwin would ask her if she thought she would like…
Frantic, Miffy dug through her purse, an over sized bag made of dried, stretched cow hide. It disgusted her, just how soft and comforting it felt. Animals being harmed for the shallow sake of fashion made Miffy’s stomach turn. Her nausea grew as she continued digging. Breathing through her surgically reconstructed nose, she focused the…