FICTION: Spontaneous
FICTION: Spontaneous. By Dusk Peterson. Can an Old Guard top survive in a world with safe words?
I promise you, "Anything you want," is not what you say to Master Trent. Not when he has his black handkerchief sticking out of his back pocket.
I promise you, "Anything you want," is not what you say to Master Trent. Not when he has his black handkerchief sticking out of his back pocket.