“Yes, mother.” Devlin Glass slammed down the phone. Most would not have recognized this phone. It still had the curly cord wrapped in black rubber to match the black cradle. Devlin was ready for the evening’s activities. Already in uniform, his skin-tight onesie was a mixture of brown and green blurred together and giving the illusion of ooze while also offering …
“Fuck, this is not good!” Bobbi screamed as she crawled down the ladder. Her jeans, being as long as they were, had almost caused her to fall a few times so far. Shivers ran through her, but there were no options to go back for coats. “Yeah, but better safe than sorry,” Lace called down to her from a few …
Bobbi tried to remember who had given her the key. She held it, stared at it with her baby blues, felt it between fingers and lips…but nothing. The woman had strength, beauty and a number of unique abilities…but a memory like a goalie for the Chicago Blizzard. And that goalie, a man named “Chico” Robinson, was one Bobbi found very hot regardless …
