Brad knew the sex games he played were dangerous,

Brad knew the sex games he played were dangerous, but he didn't care. He inserted the picturesque fifty-millimeter chrome pistol into Connor's ass -- slowly.

fired wildly into the air, bullets raining down like hot, buttered lead popcorn. "DIE, MOTHERFUCKER," he yelled at no one in particular. The checkout girl looked on, concerned.

If it hadn't been for her aunt, she would never have been hired. Yes, Aunt Susie had her way with men. Often.

Mainly because she hid her splotchy atopic dermatitis underneath a heavy layer of

coconut oil but that didn't help so she tried covering it up with Fuller's earth which made her look like she had been through a tanning machine and didn't know when to stop.

Either that or as if she'd been burying a body in a shallow grave again. Still, what could get the stench out? it was not so much rancid, but really musty and pungent, and bitter

and got stuck in your nostrils. She tried home remedies like tomato juice, lemons and bleach. Finally, she gave up and moved. "Take that" she thought as her ex would be left to

suffer from permanent olfactory stinkification (to get all medical about it). She laughed as she thought of him wandering around the house like "Damn! What is that! Ugh!"

Nobody ever found out about her little misdemeanor,and once she heard about the explosion she went home and had a good nigth of deep,deep sleep.