Written by Eric Arthur Waking up, I stretched my arms, yawning. Alfred’s bed was empty. I took my phone from under my pillow and checked the time. 9:05. Gosh! I was going to miss church if I don’t shower quickly. My little man down...
Yemisi did as she was bade and as Chris stretched his hand to collect it, he saw the plastic sprig of mistletoe that Lola had glued to his headboard last Christmas, and he became so suffused with guilt that his member became flaccid almost...
