by ThatDamnCat
Stop acting like you’re eventually going to publish an actual story. Either go somewhere with this, or stop. Four installments of basically nothing so far. Over it. And out.
Anticipation climbs, again.
At least the petting has grown, but not yet matured.
A couple of spelling slips, but the heightened sensations of the writer might be to blame.
Sleep/drunkenness are means of lessening guilt for taboo mothers.