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i hope you enjoy this as well as you review it. thank you Buick McKane ————————————————————————————————————————— prologue a knife in his hand.... . so sharp.. enough to cut the throats of children..... even in their sleep.... sleep, child, sleep . . we would find them here, lying.. in pools of blood.. warm pools of blood.. my child . . . he poured the coca-cola out on the driveway/the sidewalk.. down the driveway/down the sidewalk.. down the drain/sewer/gutter... smiles.. grins. watches it ...

Karen DeVescio's tits were sharp as knives when she wore that red sweater. Her boyfriend Vince tried to stop her from doing it but she always INSISTED. "Look, you fuckin' whore don't you go around being a damn slut!" "Go to hell Vinnie, I can do whatever I want, I'm a big girl!" He smirked at her one-sidedly as she got out of his idling '76 Nova to enter the libary. "Yeah, sure, whatever." Once in the libary, Karen's tits began to bounce. *grin, smile, grin, smile *walk walk *tit bounce "Hol...

From somewhere rock and roll came blasting down the lonely stretch of Arizona highway. "Hand me one of those beers, man." Jace Kilpatrick held out his open gloved hand while he drove with his left. Tom Mcpherson handed it to him from the riders side of the rusty red 76 Nova. They drove on toward their destination. Their date with the devil. It was gonna be one mother****ing hot day in arizona today. Katie Immershickel walked into the dusty general store, pearly smiling white teeth, and short ...

i completely intended for this to be surreal and sketchy you'll see.. ! . . . or .. maybe you won't. The passengers took their seats. So many people... families... couples.. a virtual fruit salad of mixed demographics. A little boy kept looking back over at Claudia smiling.. watching her.... while his mother spoke from her seat to a flight attendant. oh my god is he looking at my cellulite .. gee-sussss. her legs were crossed fish-white and creamy as she adjusted her coach-class seat belt. s...

i hope you enjoy this as well as review. thank you Buick McKane ————————————————————————————————————————— prologue a knife in his hand.... . so sharp.. enough to cut the throats of children..... even in their sleep.... sleep, child, sleep . . we would find them here, lying.. in pools of blood.. warm pools of blood.. my child . . . he poured the coca-cola out on the driveway/the sidewalk.. down the driveway/down the sidewalk.. down the drain/sewer/gutter... smiles.. grins. watches it go.. 's...