“What the fuck?!” Some twisted fuck was humping the shit out of a pile of clothes on Zoe’s bed. Pornhat See you tomorrow.” Zoe rushed home. And Mommy’s sorry. “The head’s out. Minutes later the sweet scent of her bath tickled her
nose as she drifted off to Thursdays with the Leprechaun. Finally, their two bodies plopped down on the cool sheets. “Eeeeeeeeeaaaaah!” Zoe shreiked with as much conviction as she could muster. “Can’t this wait ’til morning?” Cloe whined.”
“No it can’t. Take your bath,” Zoe said to herself. The following
Thursday after the rape, it returned, and the Thursday after that. “Don’t mind me, Tommy,” she thought sarcastically. That’s fine with me,” Richard said relieved. Shouts from across the high school quad of
“Play ball!” and “Striiike!” were always good for a
