The Hills Have a Variety of Sensory Organs
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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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The hormonal changes of puberty turned out to render the flesh of the Children of the Damned delicious. The blank stares that had protected them as children were no defense against human rapacity. The genocide smelled of barbecue.
"The genocide smelled of barbecue."
That's a keeper.
Even Zombies cannot resist the lustful touchings as they stumble for meat..
Maryellen was a healthy, active girl with a fierce competitive streak. She would always toss back her blond tresses with a sunny laugh when the other girls warned her, in terrified whispers, that she must always let the twins win at croquet. But as her ball clattered against the last peg, the wicked gleam in the twins' eyes told her instantly that something was terribly, terribly wrong. She would pay, dearly, for her pride.
The girls were always very organised and well prepared. They would never dream of going for a picnic lunch in the country without crisp linen napkins, freshly baked scones, and studded black-leather strap-ons.
Musical Statues?
Adolescence?
A single moment of self discovery.
"anna forgot that the penalty for not wearing a black skirt to the box social was having her ass eaten, but she didn't think it would be enforced..."
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