Once she was settled in she invited me to visit to see her little apartment
. Sis always stayed up to watch Letterman but since it was a rerun she decided to reminisce about our childhood.
. Now barely [pun intended] conscious, still writhing intentionally in a nonetheless mostly reflexive struggle to escape, Jeff was, through the purely physiological mercy of his cooking brain, somewhat if slightly spared the otherwise intensifying pain from the growing heat of the briquettes. "Jeff au Poivre"
JEFF AU POIVRE
A Playful Prose Fantasy or Short Story
by Dacneus
Ouch! Damn! At least that’s the very least Jeff would have shouted—or screamed—if the ball-gag hadn’t been securely wedged between the roof of his mouth and his tongue and projecting halfway down his throat
Once she was settled in she invited me to visit to see her little apartment
. Sis always stayed up to watch Letterman but since it was a rerun she decided to reminisce about our childhood.
. Now barely [pun intended] conscious, still writhing intentionally in a nonetheless mostly reflexive struggle to escape, Jeff was, through the purely physiological mercy of his cooking brain, somewhat if slightly spared the otherwise intensifying pain from the growing heat of the briquettes. "Jeff au Poivre"
JEFF AU POIVRE
A Playful Prose Fantasy or Short Story
by Dacneus
Ouch! Damn! At least that’s the very least Jeff would have shouted—or screamed—if the ball-gag hadn’t been securely wedged between the roof of his mouth and his tongue and projecting halfway down his throat
Once she was settled in she invited me to visit to see her little apartment
. Sis always stayed up to watch Letterman but since it was a rerun she decided to reminisce about our childhood.
. Now barely [pun intended] conscious, still writhing intentionally in a nonetheless mostly reflexive struggle to escape, Jeff was, through the purely physiological mercy of his cooking brain, somewhat if slightly spared the otherwise intensifying pain from the growing heat of the briquettes. "Jeff au Poivre"
JEFF AU POIVRE
A Playful Prose Fantasy or Short Story
by Dacneus
Ouch! Damn! At least that’s the very least Jeff would have shouted—or screamed—if the ball-gag hadn’t been securely wedged between the roof of his mouth and his tongue and projecting halfway down his throat