by Bast

Her pale hand emerged from the dark cavern as the last of Mama's shudders subsided. Not knowing what to do with her drenched fingers, she put them into her mouth and sucked. The taste was not unpleasant.

Mama opened her eyes and regarded the waif before her. Pulling her into her lap, she kissed the ripe red lips.

"Forget the $100, kid. I'll call Billy Flynn for free.


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