As the weekly cull approaches in a Dolcett world, an everyday, regular butcher waits with his wife, son and three eccentric teenage daughters in front of the live TV show, ready for the lottery balls to jingle and someone to fall... Whose numbers will come up tonight? A story of ordinary folk living in a Dolcett world. / (Reviews)
The regularity of my mother's menstruation is not because the magical anti-aging injection has taken effect, but because I have created 128 young follicles in each of her ovaries, which is equivalent to pushing her childbearing age back 20 years. Women all know that once menopause occurs, the hormones in the body will drop drastically, and no matter how much maintenance is done, it will be useless.
I added some sleeping pills to the drink my mother drank. After taking it, it will make people feel weak all over and have a certain aphrodisiac effect, but it will not make people comatose.
When Trisha stops into a local bar, she doesn't know what's compelled her. But after a chat with the friendly bartender, she finds herself with a brand new outlook on life...and a brand new body to go with it.
They were in the missionary position, with him pounding her ass into the mattress and her squealing like a stuck pig, when they both heard someone call from the front room of the house. It sounded to them like the man's brother, Jedidiah Peabody.
"Where you at, Ezra?" he was calling.
Thus begins this incestuous tale of Ezra Peabody's Black Snakeshine, his homemade 'shine, the same 'shine that'll have you seeing snakes everywhere. With good or bad in the offing.