Prurient ParishionersChapter 9 Cockteaser s Undoing
The house was dark, the silence broken only by the intermittent sounds of the settling foundation as his footsteps traced down the stairs. He passed into the basement recreation room to find Cheryl asleep on the open hide-a-bed, her tousled hair spilled across the pillow, a comforter wrapped up to her chin for warmth. He stopped a few steps short of where she was sleeping and watched her body rise and fall with each heavy, wine-sedated breath. He jumped as her hand inched out and dangled...