Conversations 11
A little fluff piece for Halloween. No sex, but enjoy anyway. “Hey kids, grab a handful of sweets, and I’ll tell you the story of how this house is haunted, okay?” The five looked at me with various levels of scorn and cynicism. “Your house ain’t haunted!” averred one bright little chap, who seemed to perfectly fit the profile of a youngster in training to live at Her Majesty’s Pleasure. His hair, shorn down next to his skull and seemingly right onto it in several places, made him look like...