BDSM Flash Fiction #3
Indeed a scam, The Force is. Christopher couldn’t make the clock in the conference room move any faster. Unfortunately, as the senior zoo keeper, he had no other option but to attend the monthly meetings. Every department showed their areas and any significant changes in their animals and habitats. He needed to pay attention, but his colleague words were like a lullaby to his tired body.
His cellphone vibrated, giving him a lovely distraction. “If your head hits the tab...
Published on March 15, 2016 06:00