South Perth and the Windsor Hotel flash by on Tilly’s right, she hated any hot dish served cold. Gearing down, the surrounding 3 am darkness enveloped her like a black velvet glove as she rode quietly up Mill Point road. Letting the bike get near to the top of the hill, she turned it…
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Her love for him was in the shoulder felt recoil.
Yarr! It has been an age since I put anything onto my page, hence this wee tester. The noxious tripe beneath these dodgy words is a first draft of a wicked little book designed to fill the nasty little hands of those with the ability to read, yet lacking the understanding that what they read…