Cat fight Stories

San Francisco, 1935. x Green. She absolutely hated the colour green with a passion. Yet everywhere she turned at the funeral, she saw green. Green wreaths, green buttonholes, green hats. Green for Ireland. Ironically, her late husband, Jack 'Piggy' Malone, wasn't even Irish. You had to go back generations to trace that connection. No, Piggy was as American as apple pie. He had loved watching Pop Warner's Stanford Cardinal...

'Twas the first day of Christmas, a dark and snowy night, Yet at that very moment two got in a fight. One went by the name Holly, the other was Eve. And a great Christmas tale were they just 'bout to weave. ⁜ "It's my turn," Holly said, a green dildo in hand, "I say we use this dildo of a green brand!" "It is my turn," Eve said, a red dildo in hand. "This red dildo's better, it's best in the land!" ⁜ Two heads on one body...

Caroline Portman stood up when Jeremy Bates entered her office on the thirtieth floor of Number Twenty Fenchurch Street. Occupying a prominent site in the heart of the City of London, it is a landmark building that stands apart from the crowd of the City of London. "There you are," she said in a girlish voice. "I was getting worried." Jeremy rolled his eyes and spread his hands. "I had to escape Wintergreen. She's been ho...