"Kinky Imagery"
requested by Kernezelda
by feldman
Crais came after him with a chain once, like a biker, like a rabid dog, and John had scuttled and shouted and tried to reason with him. Tried to break through rage and grief with words because what he knows now, he didn't know then. Namely, rage and grief. Listen, man, we've all got stories...
Glady's next door loved that damned dog. It mellowed her. The edge on her voice honed by years of screeching at the neighbor kids melted when she crooned at her Poopsie. Crais looks good with the dog.
Now...what the hell's a Left-handed Latvian Rodeo Torture?