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May 12 - May 24, 2025
I’d bet my next paycheck that the sight of my solar-powered, heavy-duty phone case would have her fainting faster than her pastor after his wife and girlfriend both showed up to Sunday sermon. Which, to this day, is the most fun I’ve ever had in church. However, unlike Pastor Dan, she’d jump right back up only to lament how my unsightly cargo pants were made by the devil himself.
“I’m just—so done. I’m so done, and I hate you,” I hissed, shaking my fist at the lion. “I hope you choke on my bones after you eat me! I hope they find this escape pod and probe your ass. May your entire family line be cursed with hip dysplasia! I hate you, lion!”
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore my purring pussy.
Then I retrieved my phone from my pocket, pulled up the log app, and hit Record. “Captain’s Log, Day 2. Everything is fucked.” Hitting the End button, I stuffed the phone back in my pocket and let my head fall to my knees. Then I pulled the phone back out. “By the way, T. rexes are pink. Fucking pink. We all had it wrong.”