Charlie Brown lay on his bed in his room playing with his little dick and thinking about the pretty little red-haired girl. She was so cute and he was sure he was in love with her. He wanted her so badly and she was all he ever thought about. He remembered the first time he
Trent was in Santa Monica. He was at the beach strolling along the boardwalk. He found an outside diner and sat down to have lunch. He was waiting for Officer Cori McNamara to ride by. She was a member of the Pacific Blue bike squad. She was a brunette in her late twenties. She was
It was coming. The dark, evil presence loomed ominously in the air like storm clouds gathering on the horizon, slowly creeping in, moving closer… closer… prowling through night, existing in shadow. Phoebe could feel it approaching, the sense of dread, so real that she thought if she reached out she could touch it just as
Jack nervously sat looking over his cards and watching the expression on the huge black man sitting across from him at the table. “Come on, Jack. Show me what you got!” Jack’s fingers were shaking as he placed the cards on the table. Jack had a pair of queen’s. Leon began to laugh hysterically as
Ann awoke. Her throat was parched. It actually hurt. Too much seawater. She could hear the waves breaking nearby. How had she survived? She remembered the fishing vessel and how it suddenly capsized in rough seas. There wasn’t time to signal the Coast Guard. The ship sank quickly. Oh. Jack. Surely he made it. She