(THIRTEEN) Attack of the Venom Wasps
Fantasmagoria
“Fuck, Vernal, you smell like dish soap.”
Vernal turned to the big man next to him. Then he looked at the well-endowed brunette. Then he turned back to his drink. “And you smell like a whore’s snatch.”
The woman smiled as Dobie grabbed the stunted man and lifted him off his feet. “What?”
Vernal didn’t flinch. “Gonna hit me again?”
The big man noticed people…
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