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Gospel 187 ~Panic Does Not Serve You~

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The first Monday of the new year. Same job, redundant emotions. And with my “Republican Tendencies” leftover feelings of hate for humankind. It took me a while to calm down after my cray day. Good thing I started this Sunday. Panic Does Not Serve You

Monday, January 04, 2021

Gospel 187 ~Panic Does Not Serve You~

Hundred And Sixty-Ninth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and in other things, I wish I knew. How about being scared to death. I’m terrified, now seeing how I’m coming on or off (with time) another lousy shift. It’s still Sunday, but speaking to Lady Lu, I wanted to take my son to the vet. As I told the Man in the Mirror, it was a night of puppy cries and puke in my bed. He’s had some good hours, no vomit, no cries. Making up for lost time. It seems Madam Justice this year has started off with confessions and another. I saved some money.

Do you remember when I was pissed at Serra Hyundai about wanting another $500? Hell, I still am, but as I was driving away after saying no, I was frightened. Spent the whole ride listening to “Sixteen Tons,” “Working in a Coal Mine,” and “We Will Go Home” for real. Speaking of which, the “Song of Exile.”It’s at the forefront of my mind whenever I head to the Day Job. I carry a plastic bag and a Sprite in my backpack. Yes, I might puke when I get out of the car to start the day. Even now, I’m shaking knowing the coming week. Right this second, I panicked when a friend was a bit upset with me about my views on Trump. I know Madam Justice, it didn’t take long, and here we are, day three or four into the brand New Year SIGH.

Speaking of “Republican Tendencies,” why is it again that I feel that money will solve my problems. Because I would be “Takin’ Care of Business.” I hear my first playlist this year. It doesn’t change the fact with the right amount of money, well who knows, hmm. I do. Last night while fighting addiction, I thought, would “Capital A” forgive me for wanting? Well, what a boy wants. With enough, I would make Target, Serra Hyundai, and the “Day Job” AHEM “quake with fear” or panic. Maybe funding other businesses. How about my panic? What’s the cure there? Again something I can’s share and can’t do anymore but twenty minutes, where am I, in bed. There’s also my Anger and Rage. Please don’t make me quote Yoda. Nowadays, I’m focused on how old I am.

Time is on my side, well no, so yeah, yikes… Panic Does Not Serve You.

I Will Have No Fear

Gospel 183 ~Bang And A W…~

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Some people want life to be a musical or rock opera, maybe a rom-com. Personally, I want mine to be a video game or a porno. It’s been “Cyberpunk 2077” but not on the PS5, if you know what I mean. Bang And A W… hopefully next year

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Gospel 183 ~Bang And A W…~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and a fucking dominant. Yeah, I mean that as both nature and action. Now I like being in control. That’s why I learn all I can. Also, much like Ariela Ramera in “Dirty Latina Maids” (a personal fave), “I Love To Fuck.” Um, this year… As I confessed yesterday, I haven’t had sex at all this year. I’m feeling like Jamie from Claire Thompson’s “No Safeword.” There hasn’t been anything sexy, and yet everyone got fucked. Damn, I’ve had my cock in my hand much too often. New Year’s Resolutions?

Of those, I made last year “Log 188 ~Bold, Willing, And Able~” which was 13 total. I accomplished three, giving me a year’s score of 27.9% out of 120%. Oh, if that ain’t an F. Christian Grey said that he fucks hard. What can I say? Today deserves better, Diana. Only should I give you my Fuck-It List in one way or another. Dear Dirty Diana, if I told you every sexual act I wanted to commit, we might never leave. It would be worse if I told you everything I don’t want to do in life. Look at my Pinterest boards, oh yeah, locked. Much like Dennis Hof, I wouldn’t stop until I was in the ground, but at least today, I’ll give you the rundown. Um, at least three of my Resolutions were all about my dick. That’s surprising. Seeing how I still like the song Thirteen Women (And Only One Man In Town), they’ll be Thirteen goals.

  1. I AM Visiting The Moonlite Bunny Ranch
  2. I AM Taking A Tour Of Several Brothels
  3. I AM Producing An Adult Film For Sale
  4. I AM In A Relationship or Sleeping With A Girl At Least Once A Month
  5. I AM Having Sex In A Public Space
  6. I AM Having Sex With Sisters, Separate And Together
  7. I AM Participating In An Orgy
  8. I AM Adding A Movie On An Adult Site
  9. I AM Purchasing A Sex Doll
  10. I AM Selling An Erotic Novel
  11. I AM Having Sex While Busy, (Blow Job Under The Table, Driving, Sex In A Closet)
  12. I AM Trying One Of My Soft Limits
  13. ???

Yet today, as the year ends, I’m trying to keep it in my pants… But no Bang And A W…

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Gospel 180 ~Don’t Be Fated To Lies~

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I’m sensing a pattern when it comes to my body these rules. Today is more like what I allow into my mind, heart, and soul. I do plenty to protect my eyes, and I always have my earphones in, and why is that. “Don’t Be Fated To Lies,” I can’t hear you.

Monday, December 28, 2020

Gospel 180 ~Don’t Be Fated To Lies~

Hundred And Sixty-Eighth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and that’s not a lie. In a way, I look at it as having less than $20.00 in the bank. The money is there, only I can’t access it yet. I could tell you what’s in my closet right now. Let’s say that I’m missing a few essential parts; that’s all, ha. However, I have never been one for the philosophy of AHEM, “Fake it till you make it.” On the other side of the coin, why believe that I’m doomed when it comes to going to work? Worse is walking around like Faith Seed. “I know you’ve heard stories about me.”

As always (sigh), I want to apologize for being so down, but that’s the thing. The new year is almost here, and for right now, there’s no story to tell. Now I could say that’s because of time-travel. It’s still the 27th… this week will be hard. My parents didn’t tell stories. To be fair, I would choose nothingness over the things they say at the Day Job. Say it with me, Madam Justice “Humiliations Galore.” How many fights have I had with one of my managers “silently.” Will didn’t say that. Now he wishes you would shut the fuck-up. My little Dæmon sits here without a word, yet I know I could be a better dad. So what I carry him downstairs. I pay for his heart medication, and he convinced me to give him hot dogs along with treats. He sleeps in my bed nightly. Yeah, I’m a pretty crappy father, aren’t I?

I won’t lie to you, Madam Justice. “Lies of Omission?” Okay, yes, but the things that make me feel Muy Bueno, like a million bucks or even blissful. Remind me to shop Amazon for a new outfit. Anyway, those things people say are BAD. Those people, I believe, are liars. At least that’s what I want to speak. With my OLDS, I want to say that I do exist. They would fire back, “yeah, your name is on these bills.” I sound like an ungrateful bastard, don’t I? Pardon my French this afternoon. More importantly, pardon their lies about me. I should now have this conversation with the man in the mirror. His lies are the hardest because he goes out and listens to everyone. The Devil Is A Lie. Don’t Be Fated To Lies.

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Gospel 176 ~Will’s Christmas List IV~

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What does it profit a man, to gain the whole world, and lose his soul? I’m not a man of faith, but my mom taught me some. While she’s not alone in the world, I’m hoping to be a better man than Dad. Will’s Christmas List IV means I’ll need a good girl

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Gospel 176 ~Will’s Christmas List IV~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I have it all, the BOOKS, written and bought with all the BUCKS. If I were going to spend the holidays in bed, would it be in a BROTHEL? That’s where Dennis Hof spent his, but no. This Christmas, I want a BABE. Well, “She doesn’t look a thing like Jesus,” ha-ha. A baby girl, a baby doll. Yesterday I asked was I looking for love? It would be a Christmas Miracle or Hell if I had her here now; I could take care of everything else for me and mine for sure.

A woman that would let me read as I please. What, I could be reading a Playboy or something, but my current reading has been:

Christmas Reading

  1. The Christmas Pickup by Abby Knox
  2. Mason’s Winter by C.M. Steele
  3. Baby It’s Cold Outside by Dani Wyatt
  4. The Christmas Wife by Elizabeth Kelly

At the same time, yeah, I want to produce those “girly magazines,” but I’m damn sure my angel (shudders) won’t be a “Centerfold.” I want a woman all to myself, and I only know two virgins. Don’t ask because today should be HAPPY, Christmas Eve.

Not sounding very sexy so far, but if we got into everything I’m into… So I pay women to strip and masturbate. I’ve got three artists I’m bankrolling and have paid others for this or that. You know how I want to make my money in the end, right? Writing every perverted, depraved, sick thought in my mind. I would at least have an excuse if I was fucking some girl on Christmas Eve and into Christmas Day. It worked for Bear, Mason, Vix, and while Deacon hasn’t fucked the heroine yet… Was I going to say I ain’t asking for much? I mean, seriously.

It’s not writing dirty books, having more money than God, or owing a brothel. Again I need a woman whose heart is big enough to accept all of me. Yeah, with a pretty mouth, a small slit, and nothing against anal. Also, she’s going to be the mother of my children one day. Tell me such a woman exists that I could bang her brains out, and right about now, she would be cooking breakfast?

More books, bucks, and broads for brothels but only one babe. Will’s Christmas List IV.

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Gospel 173 ~No Names For Potential Food~

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Last week, it’s what I was keeping in my body, and this week it’s about what I won’t put in. No, I’m not talking about the “vaccine” like I could get a hold of it, and would I want to? More like why I don’t name farm life. No Names For Potential Food

Monday, December 21, 2020

Gospel 173 ~No Names For Potential Food~

Hundred And Sixty-Seventh Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I would do what I can to save animals. Now you should know I’m no vegan or even vegetarian. At the same time, I can’t stand hunters. That is unless we’re talking about “The Most Dangerous Game.” Is that sad? How can I talk about hunting people in the process of killing them? Anyway, that’s an interesting story for another time. Today I want to talk about how I won’t say no to a chicken sandwich. I should have got some bacon yesterday. And how I won’t eat my dog.

Wow, that got sort of dark fast. So when I came up with this rule, I was thinking about the animals. I’ve never had any inclinations of owning a farm though I know Indiana Gone wants to. I see cows and chickens, and I want a sandwich. Clydesdales… yeah, beer. Can’t say I’m a drinker, though. Budweiser was smart to put something cute in its ads. Same with Coca-Cola. Who can forget all those Sarah McLachlan ads? This month has been about Christmas, but the novel “Where The Red Fern Grows” oh God chokes up. My Dæmon, though, sold me on life itself. Why don’t I ever mention his name and I’m sure I have back in the beginning. He’s kept me alive, and even if I was starving… People say it’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. Always with my firstborn son.

Women are people Will, women are people. Now I know that, of course. I’m also trying so hard to keep my “promise” of how I talk to you and the rest of the girls… sorry, Dirty Diana. My point is, Madam Justice, I can’t be typical with the Beautiful Stranger. Women have lives, and maybe that’s why I fight my addiction the way that I do. The body can be full, but the heart, soul, and mind are empty. It’s sort of the same as writing. You prepare a feast, and then you’re left wanting, and worse, nobody eats anything. Interesting epiphany, yeah? I should wake up early more often. So I start giving names and faces to feel something, anything. And then I either starve myself or bite and leave myself still so unsatisfied.

Maybe I’m hungry, more BBQ? What’s in me or others? No Names For Potential Food.

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Gospel 169 ~Will’s Christmas List III~

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I want to be a business owner someday. I heard someone say stick to a business where people will always need you. So I figured SEX, but I was also thinking of a zombie apocalypse and not COVID-19, though I am enjoying masks. Will’s Christmas List III

Thursday, December 17, 2020

Gospel 169 ~Will’s Christmas List III~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means I can build Paradise. Oh, dare I use words such as Heaven, Elysium, or Eden? Um, a note, I’d love to fuck Faith Seed from Far Cry 5. That’s an interesting story for another time or something to that effect. I hope, hmm. As the song goes, Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas, well, next Friday. Can’t say I’m looking forward to this Friday. The destruction of words Dirty Diana. Let me get this out. Yes, a hated word AHEM “angel.” I hate the word as I hate Hell but aren’t I building that too?

This Christmas, I want a brothel. Like my company, “Second Circle Creations,” I’m thinking of either naming it Eden or The Moondust. My stories involving Cherry all revolve around The Moondust. Named after the beautiful melody by Jaymes Young, sigh. More from the young woman, I watched “strip” somewhat to it. Anna Vlasova, aka Alissa, “Alissa PURE ANGEL.” Still hate using that word, but it beats a few others. I wonder if Alissa ever became a full-blown porn actress. Speaking of which, I’d hire some. I’ve been thinking a lot about Jenna Foxx recently. There’s always Whitney Wright. How about the Holy Grail, that businesswoman from XXX Pawn, “This Is How Women Do Business!” Every man’s fantasy, am I right, from the screen to having her in your bed someday.

Back to my fantasy, which would be less my novel but more “Pure Taboo.” I’m talking anything from young models, cosplayers, women as sexy as MILF Dos. I’m talking the dirtiest, roughest, most wanton and depraved fantasies. Then I want my own movie studio too. Have I lived in the south for too long? I want to do something like that here, but as my Big Sis told me. You can’t build a strip club next to a school or a bunch of bible toting, bullet shooting, bigoted zealots. Alice Little is suing Nevada at the moment. Wanting to fuck her… Did I mention I also desire a strip club and to build a whole resort as well? I swear with enough money, I’d buy an island. Now I’m really dreaming but after today at the Day Job. As I said, outlaw some words and build A Whole New World.

Santa, you would be a VIP, MVP, with SCC. A BROTHEL, Will’s Christmas List III.

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Gospel 162 ~Will’s Christmas List II~

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Again, not a fan of Christmas. Speaking of something green, I care about the environment and would like to hear more about “The Green New Deal” or (see more of AOC). Anyway, I also so want more green in my wallet. “Will’s Christmas List II”

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Gospel 162 ~Will’s Christmas List II~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and I believe I’ve said that still won’t be enough. I should have covered this last week, but of course, you know, to me, words are life. So yep, I started with books, but now it’s all about “Dollar, dollar bill y’all” the Wu-Tang Clan. Now you’re telling yourself, “that doesn’t sound much like Christmas or ever so sexy.” I would refer you to Daria, saying that money can make anyone beautiful (and/or sexy). So why not ask Santa to leave some pussy under my tree? About that tree, hmm?

Hell, I’ve been sporting wood forever, and didn’t I say I fucked up my Six Impossible Things. If I had the cash, I’m sure I wouldn’t be spending all my time online. It would cut back on Fapping opportunities. At the very least, I could cum in more exotic locations. Not on my own, of course. You might not believe me, but I’ve never paid for sex. I wish I could say it was because of some “moral” obligation. I’ve paid women to get naked. My wallet has been opened to “art” and, of course, literature. Only never actual fucking. Seriously though, I would, and also a nude maid too. You don’t know how I tried with MILF Uno, aka “Okay.” I dared to bring up the maid portion to MILF Cuatro, aka “Specs.” As Stevie Wonder puts it, “Someday At Christmas.” I’ll live life in a plethora of women.

All buck naked or semi-dressed because you know how I enjoy cosplay and other fantasies. Another thing is I’m going to buy a network to showcase them. I’ll get more into that next week. Focus on the money, right? These last days… cumming all over. However, I would have to defend my empire. Since I’ve begun playing Far Cry 5 again, I’ve awoken a bloodlust. Fuck, you could call me Trevor Philips. With the funds, I would buy an armory of which, um GTA V, Far Cry 5, Cyberpunk 2077, dare not dream of SIGH.
Don’t get me wrong, my gun still scares the shit out of me. I’m not looking to die, but I’m looking to gaming even more.

Now money can’t buy me love… Fix my teeth, new car, my Dæmon lives forever?

I want money, lots and lots of money, then “Pussy Galore” Will’s Christmas List II.

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Gospel 155 ~Will’s Christmas List I~

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For the record, Christmas was never a real fetish of mine. I’ve seen cosplayers, porn stars, as the Queen B *shudders* herself sang a “Naughty Girl” dressing up. Doesn’t do anything for me, really. “Will’s Christmas List I” begins with two cents

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Gospel 155 ~Will’s Christmas List I~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and didn’t I say I HATE CHRISTMAS yesterday? So I better get in the habit of buying my own stuff? I went to the car repair place today. Let me say this AHEM, FUCK SERRA HYUNDAI!!! Another FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS?
Excuse me, Dirty Diana, Thursdays are supposed to be good days. The joke is on me, I guess, but I didn’t give those bastards one dime. As far as any money I’ll be spending this Christmas, um, my Dæmon comes to mind. Next would be the written word, more books.

Now aren’t words free, you ask? Well, This Is America? The first thing I want for Christmas. Okay, maybe not first, but seeing as how I’ll do four parts of this. I want ideas, Dirty Diana. Naughty, Filthy, Dirty, Depraved, Fucked Up, and downright Ignorant. Interesting is an understatement. You know the conversations I have with the other girls and the man in the mirror. I want to feel comfortable enough to say “Yabbos” again. Breasts, Tits, Fun Bags, now I could continue. Why not say something like “Cunt,” whoa, only in my stories. And I don’t know if Eric Vall has ever used the term. Odds are I won’t read it in “The Christmas Pickup” by Abby Knox. Yet I want more Erotica, and I don’t want to feel so eww as I did with K Webster’s “Stroke of Midnight,” um yeah, no way.

Not only do I want a lot more books, but I also want to be free to talk about them. You’ve clearly seen how I’ve been writing again. Is my viewership going up? Hackers and scammers, but still, since I ain’t shelling out cash to some car place, what about some ads? Could work? Speaking of work, what about my novels. I’ve been crowing all week about finishing NaNoWriMo, and I haven’t looked at my work since. So that’s me trying not to FAP, sigh. I know I don’t write so sexy, of course. Fucking throughout literature takes creativity. Lastly, while I’m all about lust… You won’t believe me, but I want to know how to write about love again. Sure I saw MILF Dos yesterday. I never speak to MILF Tres and MILF Cuatro; I’m not that fucking STUPID.

Not with them, but “I Want to Know What Love Is.” That’s what I want, Santa. Will’s Christmas List I

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Gospel 148 ~How Long That’s Will~

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How long will I stay up tonight? How long do I have to write tonight? How long will any sex scenes be since I didn’t read any in Succubs Lord 6? Yet I’m only 15%, so yeah, they’re coming, one way or another. “How Long That’s Will”

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Gospel 148 ~How Long That’s Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now. I wonder how many billionaires were once porn stars or at least invested? I know there are some worth millions, but honest to God, I want to be the first billionaire with that on a resume. Hell, I’m getting my practice in these days. Of course, No Nut November is fucked between NaNoWriMo, Naps, and not wanting to go to the Day Job. Would you like to see me drinking, doing drugs, or dying at some point? Better to pay attention to my dick, so yeah, Six Impossible Things… NOT.

I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in… hell if I know. As I said, I’m working on NaNoWriMo these days. I fudge the numbers. And then, make them back up, and I’m going back and forth tonight whether I’ll write anything at all. This week is almost over SIGH. Of course, I’m staying up half the night checking out porn, which might affect the writing process. Now I get my rocks off, the words come easier, trading one release for another yep. But the time between them, like Dennis Hof, I go looking for the next one. To be honest, it’s the search that takes the hands off the clock because that can go on forever. Hell, much like my list of ladies in “Sinning The Cherry On Top.” Note I’m using the word HELL plenty, but I’m not kidding myself. It’s like I’m there, and I’m not masochistic.

So what would be my Heaven, you ask me? My writing name should be Will Longing, but my porn alias would be Will Longstroke. Yeah, I didn’t spend much time deciding. At least I did get my reading done of Succubus Lord 6 by Eric Vall. 15% still trailing. Strangely enough, if I were going to get into the holiday spirit, it would be with Christmas Erotica. I’ll finish this one last novel and then get into some winter cold warmed by bedroom antics. Oh, another thing, I should eat Thanksgiving dinner sometime tonight. One more excuse not to look in on the “shorties” in my life. I won’t mention one because I ain’t STUPID. I should get back to M Anime, as I’m still trying to work something out with her. In my novel, I added Maisie Williams (drooling).

Lusting after her and Sophie Turner. How Long That’s Will?

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Gospel 141 ~When Three Agree, Will~

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It’s 3 AM, and there’s no excuse to be up this late unless I’m having a threesome, reading about it, or writing it. Well, I did the last two earlier in the night, and I don’t have a billion dollars or even a million, however. “When Three Agree, Will”

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Gospel 141 ~When Three Agree, Will~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still don’t think that will give me all of Jacob’s powers from Succubus Lord 4. If you’re asking why it’s late, I read some Eric Vall and my “Interesting” book. Now I don’t think I would need a billion to start a cult. Okay, it worked for Trump, and I am so afraid that he will end up in my book. It’s okay. It’s never going to get published, and isn’t Wednesday (okay, it’s Thursday) supposed to be a good day? Maybe if I shut off Azur Lane for 30 minutes, I might get this done, Dirty Diana.

Hopefully, by 3:00 AM? Is that what I’m shooting for. At this rate, I am screwed. See, I noticed now that I skipped Wednesday SIGH though I wrote it down. Only I’m too far in right now, so Wednesday will become Thursday and vice versa for this week, this moment. I guess as the song goes, I need to talk about SEX baby. Although the whole last chapter of my book didn’t have any sex whatsoever. What the hell is wrong with me besides being kind of exhausted. No need to inquire what I was Fappening to today. Gotta write. Interesting enough. It wasn’t Azur Lane St. Louis (Luxurious Wheels), Sabrina Nichole, or Tifa Lockhart. What can I tell you? Sometimes a man wants a steak, and other times a Big Mac will do. I’m going to get all kinds of hate for that, but what are the odds, right?

Is anyone reading? Not that I’m begging? I’m saying the odds anyone notices I skipped a day are the same as getting to have a threesome at some point. That’s something I still haven’t done.

And I don’t need a billion dollars to accomplish such an endeavor. I’m not Jacob. Also, I’m not Win William Bridgman, Cain Azrael Fae, or Bastian Barks Barrett. I know I’m one for long-winded names. Think something a southern mom would call out before she beats your ass. My mom never spanked me. The concept turns me on, I’ll admit. However, I wish my freakiness could narrow itself down to three things. It’d give me a fighting chance sometime. At this rate, I’ve said it before I’ll find my Maggie.

The end is coming, but I’ll finish my novel before then. When Three Agree, Will.

I Will Have No Fear