• 23Oct

    Madison’s feet black cat fire-worked on the barstool’s metal rung.  She kept sliding around and catching the ass of her tights on a rip in the vinyl stool-top but it didn’t bother her tonight. Jules grinned and said, “To my champion!” and drank another drink of beer

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