Of Doves and Witches, Part 4

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


"...at one time for a mass session of unbridled sadism and nobody except the sharks of the coven eating the bodies would ever know..."
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The humidity brought with it the rain dripping from Rochelle Inglemann's raincoat. It smelled of old Michelin rubber tires as a small puddle gathered at her feet.

The moisture clung in the air as I imagined thunder and lightning bolts within my shop sending the dust motes scurrying. As the fluorescent fixtures flickered.

She used a cane that resembled a crook to support her as she came up to the counter. On the countertop, she shook out her rucksack, assorted canisters of scented mace and a taser with a folded arm brace, and three cans of Copenhagen dipping tobacco.

She had the personality of an Edsel but she was still my ex-sister-in-law by accident. She was also a scriptwriter for the Porn Belt that produced country-fried cheap movies.

She and I were collaborating on a soon-to-be-released movie. "Pan Fried Oysters." Our last venture, Lesbians for Dummies or How To Eat A Cracker", flopped at the drive-in theater in Savannah.


Submitted: July 09, 2021

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