This work could have adult content. If you proceed you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.
"I want my bike. And my wallet," you say frankly. "And my jacket," you add after a moment's consideration.
She stands, slowly. She looks every bit as dangerous and mysterious as she did that first moment you saw her. "When I was a kid, I wanted a pony." With that, she leaves for the kitchen.
Sequel to "Wicked Feleena"
- Part 3 of Wandering