Boned in Blasphemy

Helga felt the scream pushed from her with his thurst. He, allegedly, was Donald. Could have picked the name from a cartoon duck, for all Helga knew, but that was his claimed monicker. Driving past, he had found her masturbating on the curb. As any horny dude would, he had circled back and picked her up. Helga was not a …

Aftermath

Helga sat down on the curb. The crack of dawn left the street barren beyond gulls picking up the scraps found everywhere. “What a night,” she whispered and pulled the pink scarf from around her neck. Lifting her ass off the curb, she put the scarf down. Pulling her skirt up, she set her bare ass back down on the …

Helga Knows

Helga dusted off the top of the television. A glance at the screen confirmed her own perfect reflection and that no window spray need be squirted upon the glass. They usually frowned on the window spray, however. Their precious electronics were always thought of as too particular for regular cleaners and rags. What if it scratched? What if it broke? …