I need something a little more… unique. Less normal. – Shiloh
The great thing about living next to Karan, she was willing to take the girls to the daycare. The girls loved the new daycare and even Ashlyn no longer complained about going. Since she was now in the double digits at ten-years-old, she was practically an adult.Her attitude lately had reflected this opinion. If this was how the preteen years were, he completely understood why some animals ate their young. It was completely self-preservation.But today was Tuesday. And Tuesday was cooking club day, Ashlyn’s favorite club at the daycare.Nessie, a professionally trained chef, came in every Tuesday and taught a cooking class. Pagan also loved Tuesday. The girls came home and the three of them made dinner together. Not only did the girls learn a skill, but his own cooking improved.But, before they could cook dinner tonight, he had to go meet with Cookie and his client. The good thing was tShy, I need a place to stay. – GertieLike most of their friends, Shiloh did not like Gertie's boyfriend, Mitchell. He wasn’t like them. Sure, he tried. He had the dark clothes, kind of. It wasn’t like there was a dress code. But with his slacks, loafers and polo or Oxford shirts, he just did not fit in. Most of the girls dressed like Shiloh in a psychobilly or gothabilly style. Or just straight up goth and punk. The guys were all similarly dressed. Almost all of them wore dark eye makeup, guys included. But not Mitchell. He was, in the words of Shade, a wannabe. He wannabe liked. He wannabe popular. He wannabe something he’s not.They got them every so often. Someone trying something new. Usually, they know pretty quickly if this is where they fit. There were also the partners and friends who didn’t live the goth style. And some that they called the weekenders.Mitchell didn’t fit into any of those categories either. He didn’t like the music. Th
I think it’s a great idea. Put the old bitty in her place. – Mia Mrs. Henderson-Brown was back home after her stay in the hospital. Pagan knew this because her son was standing on the front porch. His hair was dark blonde, and he was a few inches shorter than Pagan. The man had the same sour look and pursed lips as his mother. And his brown suit was also just as immaculate as her blue one had been.With a groan, Pagan opened the front door and stepped into the doorway. Pasting on his troublesome client smile, he greeted the man who. “Can I help you?”“I’m Edward Henderson-Brown the fifth.” The man said with self-importance as he held out some papers to Pagan. “Margaret Henderson-Brown is my mother.”“I’m Pagan.” He replied with a smirk, ignoring the papers. “The first.”Edward the fifth was not impressed.“This occurred on your property.” The man slapped the papers into Pagan’s chest. He looked down and watched them flutter to the ground before propping himself against the door fram
No, mother. I opened the stores hoping to lose money. – Shiloh Shiloh had lunch with her family on Sunday and was still recovering on Thursday. Her grandfather and cousin were supportive of her decision. The family business was a hard one, and not everyone was cut out for it. Shiloh was not. Despite her mother and current stepfather’s wishes and plans.“Shy?” Gertie called out as she entered Dark Moon carrying the day’s mail. “There’s a letter here from Elizabeth Giordano.”“She’s my … mother. Unfortunately, we don’t get to choose our parents.” Shiloh replied as she finished stocking the baby section. Several of her friends had babies and complained about the pastel baby crap, their words, not hers. When she came across a small business that specialized in goth baby items she reached out. Along with black onesies that declared “Not smiling, it’s just gas.” there were also bottles with the poison label and Deadly Nightshade. Spider and skull rattles and teethers.
Cookie, I want to go. Please. With whipped cream and a blow job on top. – Karan The girls were at Molly’s house for a sleepover for one of his daughters. Pagan wasn’t even sure which daughter it was. Molly had five wives, he called them his pretties, and probably a dozen daughters, his little pretties, and a son. And the man adored every one of them.Since his girls were out of the house, Cookie and Karan had talked him into going to a club with them. He did not even know that this place existed. Nor was it any place he would have normally gone by himself. Nightingale was in the warehouse district of Ridgeview, backed up to the river. A little less than a mile down the road was Sticks’ custom furniture store across the river in Monroe. Shaking his head, Pagan decided that he was too old to be hanging out at a bar. Instead of checking out the scantily clad women, like Cookie and Karan were, he was thinking about how far he was from the shop.Turning from the metal r
Wrong movie, but do you feel lucky? – ShilohPagan stood on the porch waiting for Shiloh to park and walk across the street. He was as nervous as a high school kid on a first date. Yeah, sure, she was coming over just to watch a movie. Uh-huh. Yeah, right. They both knew what was going on. As confirmation of this, they were kissing as soon as Shiloh stepped up on the porch. Going through the door, Pagan closed it and pushed her up against it. She was shoving his cut off as he cupped her tits through the dress.“Are your nipples pierced?” He asked rubbing his thumbs over the hard ridges he could feel. “Yes.” She breathed out pulling his shirt out of his jeans. Grabbing the material between his shoulders, he yanked it off and dropped it on the floor. “Fuck. Anything else pierced?”“Yes.” She whispered gently tugging on the silver barbell in his nipples. “You?”“Hell yeah.” He grinned at her. “Too many damned clothes.”Reaching behind her, s
Pagan, Ashlyn isn’t feeling good. We’re bringing the girls home early. – text from BecksThe girls that had come over for Fatima’s birthday had stayed up late watching movies. Becks and the other pretties took shifts staying up with the girls and making sure that they weren’t in too much trouble. Priscilla hung out in her room with Camille until the younger girls had convinced them to come down for a few rounds of pool.Throughout the night there had been plenty to eat. Probably too much for them to eat. Especially for little girls whose dad does not keep many sweets or junk food in the house. People always assumed that with a single dad, the kids ate pizza, corn dogs and macaroni. But Becks new that Pagan insisted on full meals at the dining table complete with formal settings.Becks was not surprised that she had woken up and found one of the girls with an upset stomach. She had expected it to be her niece, Morgan, but she was still asleep on the floor of the media ro
At the end of today, I’m having a big glass of wine. You go have a big glass of single dad. – GertieAs everyone set up their displays and wares, Shiloh worried that everything would go wrong. She already knew of at least one church that would be protesting. Ciara, the proprietor of the Wiccan bookstore, had assured her that they protested everything. “If they protest your store, you’re doing it right.” Ciara grinned. “You should come see my Banned Book section.”With that encouragement, Shiloh decided that she had made the right decision. The idea of the Saturday market was to give a place for those in the alternative world a place to gather. Shiloh knew for a fact that they were out there.There were the Billie’s, such as herself. Rockabilly. Psychobilly. Gothabilly. Depending on her mood depended on which one she identified herself as. Gertie was more of a vintage goth girl. She liked the Victorian style. However, since her hair cut, she had taken to the fla
My wife gave me two sons. Life gave me you. – Brute to TazJasmine opened her eyes and looked around at the strange room. Her uncle Brute sat on the side of her bed holding her hand. He was resting his cheek on his arm that lay on the top of the side rail.She tried to move her head to look for her parents. Her head didn’t seem to be able to move. Trying to lift her left arm, she discovered she couldn’t do that either. Whatever was in her throat hurt, and she wanted it out. Pulling her right hand out of her uncles hand, Brute woke up. “Don’t do that, sweetheart.” He said gently laying her hand back on the bed. He pushed the handheld call button on the long cord.“Nurse Williams.” A crackling female voice said. “How can I help?”“She’s awake.” Brute said as Jasmine looked around confused. “I’ll let the doctor know.” Came the response. “It’s OK, sweetheart.” Brute said as he called his wife. “Hey babe, she’s awake.”The door opened and Jasmine turned her eyes to see an older man and