A Story in the Percy Holmes - Detective Universe
"My name is Kate Holmes. I am the ex-wife of detective Percy Holmes and mother of his children. I am also an alcoholic." And that was how my day, every day that I was in prison ended, with an AA meeting. I was serving 10 years for drug possession and prostitution. Well I guess I'd better start at the beginning so you understand my story.
This story is a follow-on to The Barn, which should be read first as it is the entire basis for this story. This story starts off slow, and there is not much sex in the first half-dozen chapters.
Jon looked back at the trio and Sally had put her hands behind her back and he could swear she was unclipping her bra strap; yes she was, what the fuck was she doing.
Billy Harris signs on as the scout for a cattle drive headed to Abilene on the original Chisholm Trail in 1867. Along the way, he mostly makes use of his much more popular talent with the ladies, and his men friends learn a few things, too. This is a short story with a lot of shootings, but little of it is gunpowder.
Hank and Liz Brewer figured that they had the best job in the world: protectors for people who did not consider themselves able to cope with this new world where everybody was supposed to carry a gun for self protection. The cops were not going to help you, so you had to do it yourself. In this alternate reality, the NRA and the Tea Party had won the day, and your life was in your own hands! See if you would like to live in this version of the USA.
Angela is chosen to punish her naughty male classmates. This allows her to exercise her wildest Femdom fantasies. She spanks them, butt-fucks them and makes them give her and her friends oral pleasure.
War is Hell! I think after so many of them we found that out. When the participants are someone you love, family even, then the 'gloves' come off and the only important thing is to 'kill' the bastards before they kill you. Family, to us that had a whole new meaning. It inspired what many would think of as 'extreme' measures. Screw it, they started it, now we were going to finish it; our way.