It didn't seem possible that in this modern age, human beings would actually be hunting each other instead of wild animals. Zelda always felt sorry for the poor creatures of the wild that were outmatched against a long range rifle or even a high velocity compound bow with steel tipped arrows. Now she wished this group of heavily armed jerks would go after the animals and not her because she was afraid.
Life was never easy for the only two Goth girls in a small town, but it got a whole lot harder when they decided to crash the birthday party of a mundane classmate. This story was written at the request of a reader and is a substantial departure from those I've posted before. Please take note of the tags.
By and large this is a story of covetousness and retribution, money laundering, power struggles, infidelities, and murder. And then there’s the sex. Like your dick, not easy to put down. - Mora Less, author of Honey Dripper; and Clit