The making 5

The Making 5 “How was your little nap?” Mistress Annette asked as I opened my eyes. I just moaned something unintelligible and rolled toward the voice. My body reminded me where I was and what[…]

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Mixed metaphors xi

Mixed Metaphors XI The sun was just breaking the eastern horizon as the stretch limousine pulled up in front of the Davis residents. Tony and Becky had gone to bed early so they could pick[…]

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