Sneakity Peekity #2
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This one is for Saranna DeWylde, who gets mucho kudos for coming in as a finalist in Dorchester's Next Best Celler contest. The ass thugs are pleased:
She flipped onto one side and draped her arm over his stomach. “Why don’t you complain about how hard my bed is, again? Or perhaps you’d like to go back into the kitchen and point out the sound my fridge is making. I’ll give you some paper and you can make one of your lists.”
“I’ve got a list for you and everything on it involves my ass and your lips.”

