Dog will hunt! The Demon Sirchade and a tall shinny woman in a black dress by Kevin Wikse.
The blood trickled profusely from out her nose. Down, in, and over her busted lips, pooling and splattering on both our feet. Her left eye was nearly dangling out of its socket. Her tears and blood left a trail of pain and misery on the floor of my double-wide. Her beautiful face, exotic features, and dark caramel-complected, ruthlessly beaten to a pulp. She was almost unrecognizable. It was hard for me to look at. Harder yet for me to maintain my calm. I teetered on going nuclear. But that's not what she needed. She needed comfort and security. I would walk the warpath soon enough. She sobbed and wailed on my shoulder, and I embraced her tenderly in my arms until her sister arrived. The three of us solemnly discussed what would happen next. No cops. That was a given. The police would get in the way of natural justice and add unnecessary complications. Her sister would drive her to a friend's place outside Pheonix. Her ex-boyfriend wouldn't know to look there. Her daughte