He tasted that perfume on it. XXNX He was getting tired of hearing Sprockfuddle exclaim sarcastically “Oh, good, porridge!” That new prisonerv that had come in during the late shift, the cutpurse, was in there with him. “Never found any hanky of yours” Llisanya lied as she scratched ‘Llisanya Farquharson’ across the receipt. He sucked on it and she moved it back and forth, fucking his own tongue. He had a vague inkling that what he was being asked to do was wrong. Some part of his brain warned him that there were two meanings to the phrase “…look after him”. Pretty soon after I was abducted they found I had a full set of combs, brushes and clippers and realized I knew something about barbering.
