Go
deep throat
a cactus
Mort himself causes the Wraith’s eyebrows to shoot nearly up to her hairline, before her gaze pointedly crawls up and down the woman, then to her accessory. “I don’t see Mort here. Unless you’re keeping him in that little ball thing.” A movement of her head indicates the smelly thing. Arms cross over her chest and the expression on her face very clearly says that she’s over this already. The last thing she wants to be doing right now is talking to a religious nut.
Why is it always Ludo and Mort who get the fanatic ones?
Anyway, Wessex isn't going to argue about what she did or did not say. It was in plain enough terms. Her patience will not last long.
Why is it always Ludo and Mort who get the fanatic ones?
Anyway, Wessex isn't going to argue about what she did or did not say. It was in plain enough terms. Her patience will not last long.
