K Webster

To the naughty man who taught this girl everything she knows.

I love you, Mr. Webster.

the naughty man who taught this girl everything she knows.

I love you, Mr. Webster.

can babysit the kid for a night,” I tell him, “but you only need what? Three minutes?”

“Fuck off, gimp,” he jokes.

“We’ll get her straightened out,” I vow. “I promise.”

“I knew I could count on you.”

Money has made him a bit of a diva.

“So don’t resist.” Another moan. “Just see where it takes us.”

It’ll take me straight to the unemployment agency.

The moment I burst from Adam’s office, I meet the icy stare of Miss Bowden.

She knows.

Ugh, she knows.

The moment I burst from Adam’s office, I meet the icy stare of Miss Bowden.

She knows.

Ugh, she knows.

I bet her cunt is crawling with fucking crabs.

But her grumbling belly calms my inner rage and I ignore her gesture for now.