Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

This book is dedicated to anyone who fucks as a coping mechanism. You do you. Keep coping your brains out.

“Don’t touch her. If you put your hands on her one more time, I’ll rip them off and then sue you for getting blood on my suit. Am I fucking clear?”

knew you were a camgirl. I knew, I watched, and I’m willing to bet I’m your best customer.”

“I only got to have you for fifteen minutes, but fuck, woman, I know you keep the best shit to yourself.”

My best friend Dalton was born exactly thirty-nine weeks after Bill Clinton was re-elected. That’s how we figured out who his parents voted for.”

There’s something about a woman five years younger than me calling me a good boy that has me torn between finding enough rope to wrangle the moon for her or using that same rope to bind her and prove I’m neither good nor a boy.

“I have no doubt in my mind that I’m going to fall madly in love with you.”

To the Caps! Shot.

The Gr8st Of All Time!

Two: Streams and Schemes is a book about families and fathers. If you take anything away from this book, remember: Your family is your choice; blood is just a starting point.

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