Glancing around the room, he worried about the judgment of – well, no, there was nobody looking. Continue reading
He smiled and hugged the pair of them outside. Stared at the kid with a smile that, even by the standards of his apparently poor acting abilities, was obviously fake. Continue reading
“Hi, um, Carl Stephens? I’m Pip, and I’ll be your devil for the evening,” he said. Continue reading
Some gangly human female named him Sydni, though he’d never admit it. She kept him in a tank installed in the room she used for partying and lounging and screaming. Continue reading
What Samantha really needed was for someone to leak her sex tape. That’s how everybody made it these days as a model.