BY: FRITZ VON LUDWIGSLUST
CHAPTER TEN
BY: FRITZ VON LUDWIGSLUST
CHAPTER NINE
Poor Ona Cocksedge, widowed at only twenty nine years old and thus thrown into (and wrapped up like a now unwelcome ladybug, a victim to be eaten alive in) the local shady-ladies, spider's party-line web of vicious lies and scandalous rumours.
Widow Ona Cocksedge was still a very hot looking number (ala timeless, screen legend Mamie Van Doren) much to the dismay of the females of the "Nabe", but to the horn-dog delight of almost all of the (very rare to actually find) truly straight males in the area.
The rumours started even before Ona moved into the old, lodge hut on the edge of the Nabe. The town mynah birds flocked around Ona's new abode to see what the movers brought. The unwelcoming "welcoming committee" spent those days and nights walking their unfortunate dogs, cats and even poultry and livestock up and down the street again and again, spying on the Nabe's new inhabitant. Darian even pretended to be looking for a non existent lost cat so she could look into the lodge. She told one mover that the missing cat was an orange tabby and then told another mover that it was a Siamese pussy. It must have been that fourth or fifth screwdriver (with a Rheingold chaser) that Darian was sucking out of a large coffee mug... sans any sugar, cream or java.
A TEASER TALE... TO BE CONTINUED!
CHAPTER TEN
BY: FRITZ VON LUDWIGSLUST
CHAPTER NINE
Poor Ona Cocksedge, widowed at only twenty nine years old and thus thrown into (and wrapped up like a now unwelcome ladybug, a victim to be eaten alive in) the local shady-ladies, spider's party-line web of vicious lies and scandalous rumours.
Widow Ona Cocksedge was still a very hot looking number (ala timeless, screen legend Mamie Van Doren) much to the dismay of the females of the "Nabe", but to the horn-dog delight of almost all of the (very rare to actually find) truly straight males in the area.
The rumours started even before Ona moved into the old, lodge hut on the edge of the Nabe. The town mynah birds flocked around Ona's new abode to see what the movers brought. The unwelcoming "welcoming committee" spent those days and nights walking their unfortunate dogs, cats and even poultry and livestock up and down the street again and again, spying on the Nabe's new inhabitant. Darian even pretended to be looking for a non existent lost cat so she could look into the lodge. She told one mover that the missing cat was an orange tabby and then told another mover that it was a Siamese pussy. It must have been that fourth or fifth screwdriver (with a Rheingold chaser) that Darian was sucking out of a large coffee mug... sans any sugar, cream or java.
A TEASER TALE... TO BE CONTINUED!
Always outrageous Fritz! More please! ON A COCKS EDGE Got it lmao
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