Now fin–”
Zoe didn’t hear them until it was too late. Xnxx.com “He thinks I’m idiot,” Claire thought. Claire knew that look; Claire had worn that
look. Patrick’s Day caricature, popped into Claire’s head whenever she
tried to visualize the creature. “What the fuck?!” Some twisted fuck was humping the shit out of a pile of clothes on Zoe’s bed. I asked you if we need to stop at the store to get beer.”
“No, we’re good. This was how she wanted it, a few
minutes of guilty pleasure before it all faded to black. I thought I could do this tonight. “Claire!” Richard’s shout rang in Claire’s ear. And as the two watched the cooks work their magic,
Claire drifted off to Thursdays with the Leprechaun. Her favorite
bath salts were under the bathroom sink.
