Foget Murphy's Law. Nixe's Law: if you were waiting to make a left turn, there was always one oncoming fucktard who sailed through on the red.
Maybe younger than the thirty he looked, still caught in style over substance.
Connected?" I licked again, a broad swipe. "Your fangs and your cock, I mean? They're both long 
Since a cold shower wasn't handy, I decided to walk my squishy off. - Nixie
