Deaf Becomes Her
Deaf Becomes Her By Susan Brown It was dark and wet. I knew it was dark because I had my eyes open and I couldn't see a thing. I knew it was wet because the rain was pouring down like it was time for Noah to get out the inflatable. I was in the back garden of a Mr. Roland Deaf's residence. He was a quiet man with no unusual habits. My job was to watch his every move and report back to his fianc?e, a Miss Trixie Havalot any unusual, kinky or downright weird things that he m...