Amidst the tranquil embrace of a lakeside's serene beauty, two women found themselves engaged in an arduous endeavour. With strained muscles, they grappled with the weight of a dead hitman that seemed to defy their efforts. Their movements spoke volumes o...
The salty tang of ocean air whipped through the open top of Julie's Mustang as she navigated the winding cliff-side road with a determined focus. Her foot pressed firmly on the gas pedal, the engine roared as she sped towards Sarah's house. Thoughts swirl...
Billys Rod & Rifle Store was a weathered relic, its timeworn facade revealing years of neglect. The weathered wooden planks of its exterior seemed to sag under the weight of time, a flickering neon sign above the entrance struggled to announce its wares w...
Julie pulled into the driveway of her townhouse very slowly and cautiously, she turned off the engine and sat quietly staring at the front door. There was an eerie silence, the dark turn that her life had now taken left her envying everybody else around h...
A stair creaks. I've learned the sound of each and every tread. He knocks first. Nice, not everyone bothers. But he doesn't wait for the invitation, and there he is. Hair long, but reasonably clean. The gun-belt comes off first. He is careful how he sets...
Turn the Tables Charlese Le’Push July 2010Anastasia is 44 years old, and youthful as if she were in her 20’s. With long straight red hair, green eyes; plump pouting lips and pale white skin. She is tall and lean, sumptuous thighs that are strong and suppl...
