cloud.
These sensations should've driven him mad. Instead, he was aroused.
The rational part of his mind forced him to scream, but instead of a shriek, a volume of blood gushed from his open mouth.
Then out of a swirling mist, came the three dead whores. Their titties had become living mounds of flesh. A pair of scarlet eyes replaced the nipples. Shriveled vaginas were lined with teeth that dripped blood as dark as crude oil. They surrounded Jim, pulled him into their circle, and fell upon him...
* * * *
Jim awoke to the sound of Diane's voice. He ran his hand through his hair and waited for his eyes to focus on his wife's face.
What a dream. The last thing he remembered was having a beer with Jarvis. Afterward, he must've lain down. The combination of the heat and alcohol must've zonked him out.
"Hi.” He smiled at Diane. “What time is it?"
"Just after three o'clock."
Three o'clock! It was one-thirty when Jarvis left. He couldn't have been asleep for more that twenty minutes. Jim sprang out of bed and padded into the bathroom. It was then he noticed the stain on his underwear and the stickiness on his thighs. A wet dream. He hadn't had one of those since he was seventeen.
"So, what'd the kids think of downtown?” Jim sponged off his legs.
"Surprisingly enough, they thought it was great. Molly complained because they don't have a mall, but she still managed to spend a week's worth of groceries at the Four Seasons Department Store."
"Jarvis stopped by this morning..."
"Jarvis? Who's Jarvis?"
"He's the fellow I met downtown, yesterday. He owns one of the taverns. I think we're becoming friends."
"Good and I guess that would explain all the beer cans downstairs."
"He only had one, I had the rest.” Jim poked his head out of the bathroom doorway. “Forgive me?"
Diane smiled.
"Anyway,” Jim continued, “Jarvis said there was some kind of celebration happening downtown and asked us to go. So, you wanna?"
"Yeah, why not. I think it'll be fun and give me a chance to meet this new friend of yours."
Jim stepped out of the bathroom. His member stood out in front of him.
"Where are the kids?” He moved his hips back and forth, making his erection wag.
Diane eyed her husband's engorged sex. “Molly's in her room trying on the things she bought, and Travis is out back playing with Rufus. We have time."
Diane stripped off her jeans and panties, lifted her blouse above her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her fingers probed her sex. Jim locked the bedroom door, smiled, and joined his wife.
Chapter 9
Diane had been wrong about the kid's description of downtown. According to Travis, it wasn't great, it was awesome. Since Diane had brought them home, Travis hadn't stopped talking about it. Now, during the trip back into town, Travis told his stories all over again.
The park was equipped with three swing sets and a Jungle Gym that Travis could only describe as “sweet.” There were two basketball courts (but they were for the bigger kids), and a softball diamond. Travis said the spring Little League and T-Ball tryouts were held there. He read that on a poster in the park shelter.
Jim supposed come next spring, he'd be spending a lot of Saturday afternoons watching his son play ball.
Travis said downtown had a Toys-R-Us and a store that sold X-Men comics. Jim doubted if a town the size of Prairie Rest could support a large toy store, but if his son wanted to believe it, what harm could it do? Diane thought the store with the comics was probably the Paperback Parlor across the street from the Gas-n-Go.
Molly joined the conversation as well. She said she found the neatest antique shop, and the Sew What! had a ton of fabrics and notions. She even expressed an interest in taking up sewing again. But she was really impressed that downtown had a Starbucks, just like back in Ventura.
Jim smiled. Those coffee shops were like dandelions. Sometimes, he thought they were taking over the world.
Diane liked the
These sensations should've driven him mad. Instead, he was aroused.
The rational part of his mind forced him to scream, but instead of a shriek, a volume of blood gushed from his open mouth.
Then out of a swirling mist, came the three dead whores. Their titties had become living mounds of flesh. A pair of scarlet eyes replaced the nipples. Shriveled vaginas were lined with teeth that dripped blood as dark as crude oil. They surrounded Jim, pulled him into their circle, and fell upon him...
* * * *
Jim awoke to the sound of Diane's voice. He ran his hand through his hair and waited for his eyes to focus on his wife's face.
What a dream. The last thing he remembered was having a beer with Jarvis. Afterward, he must've lain down. The combination of the heat and alcohol must've zonked him out.
"Hi.” He smiled at Diane. “What time is it?"
"Just after three o'clock."
Three o'clock! It was one-thirty when Jarvis left. He couldn't have been asleep for more that twenty minutes. Jim sprang out of bed and padded into the bathroom. It was then he noticed the stain on his underwear and the stickiness on his thighs. A wet dream. He hadn't had one of those since he was seventeen.
"So, what'd the kids think of downtown?” Jim sponged off his legs.
"Surprisingly enough, they thought it was great. Molly complained because they don't have a mall, but she still managed to spend a week's worth of groceries at the Four Seasons Department Store."
"Jarvis stopped by this morning..."
"Jarvis? Who's Jarvis?"
"He's the fellow I met downtown, yesterday. He owns one of the taverns. I think we're becoming friends."
"Good and I guess that would explain all the beer cans downstairs."
"He only had one, I had the rest.” Jim poked his head out of the bathroom doorway. “Forgive me?"
Diane smiled.
"Anyway,” Jim continued, “Jarvis said there was some kind of celebration happening downtown and asked us to go. So, you wanna?"
"Yeah, why not. I think it'll be fun and give me a chance to meet this new friend of yours."
Jim stepped out of the bathroom. His member stood out in front of him.
"Where are the kids?” He moved his hips back and forth, making his erection wag.
Diane eyed her husband's engorged sex. “Molly's in her room trying on the things she bought, and Travis is out back playing with Rufus. We have time."
Diane stripped off her jeans and panties, lifted her blouse above her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her fingers probed her sex. Jim locked the bedroom door, smiled, and joined his wife.
Chapter 9
Diane had been wrong about the kid's description of downtown. According to Travis, it wasn't great, it was awesome. Since Diane had brought them home, Travis hadn't stopped talking about it. Now, during the trip back into town, Travis told his stories all over again.
The park was equipped with three swing sets and a Jungle Gym that Travis could only describe as “sweet.” There were two basketball courts (but they were for the bigger kids), and a softball diamond. Travis said the spring Little League and T-Ball tryouts were held there. He read that on a poster in the park shelter.
Jim supposed come next spring, he'd be spending a lot of Saturday afternoons watching his son play ball.
Travis said downtown had a Toys-R-Us and a store that sold X-Men comics. Jim doubted if a town the size of Prairie Rest could support a large toy store, but if his son wanted to believe it, what harm could it do? Diane thought the store with the comics was probably the Paperback Parlor across the street from the Gas-n-Go.
Molly joined the conversation as well. She said she found the neatest antique shop, and the Sew What! had a ton of fabrics and notions. She even expressed an interest in taking up sewing again. But she was really impressed that downtown had a Starbucks, just like back in Ventura.
Jim smiled. Those coffee shops were like dandelions. Sometimes, he thought they were taking over the world.
Diane liked the
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