Holiday

Grannie Annie. Content Warning.
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By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
What I Did Before My Summer Vacation
It was all my fault. I saw her arm rise, bent and coming up fast, with the fingers tight in what looked like a claw more than a fist and her face was beyond tense. Like she knew what she had to do. I was happy about that because I thought that I deserved what ever she had to dish out, since I had been a dumbass for most of the year. She was only responding with anger to my mistakes, doing what I may have done (shoe and the other foot). At least we dated.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The First
“Is this it?” He asked a question that his wife answered by almost jumping out of the jeep and scrambling up the hill. She was pounding on the dashboard as they stopped in front of a slight hillock.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Fiction