Slamming doors

I was on the run for a murder I was blamed for, even though I hadn’t committed it. For the first time in about fifteen years, I had cried again—not for a father who had disappeared, but for the living back home. After a major argument, my mother left me alone in my room with... Lees verder →

Life for lust (Part 2)

It's your choice "And how about if I go one day to the ladies of pleasure?"A long silence fell in the car. I could see his thoughts grinding. As if he first had something, like yes, of course, I did it also, and then suddenly changed his mind."Uhm, well, son, that depends on what you... Lees verder →

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