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“You want them groceries? That’s jes’ fine, girl. You gonna get them groceries!”
SHES A WITCH *gasp*
The upper body sat atop two thick loaves of bread. Between those whole-grain thighs hung a long, thick cucumber and a pair of smooth, ripe nectarines.
“What do you want from me?” Ashley’s voice sounded small and timid. The creature’s voice rumbled like fresh-tilled earth, as lush as rain-soaked melon vines. “To plant my seed. Rise, woman. Give me what is mine.”
He brought his fingers up, and she saw her own glistening juices on the orange carrot knuckles as his ham-tongue flickered out to taste them. “Mmm,” the loa murmured. “Fertile soil for my seed.”
“Come on, baby,” she pleaded. “Gimme them groceries! Gimme them fucking groceries!”
A vague image played across her mind: an empty yogurt container lying on its side in the kitchen. Now she knew where the yogurt had gone.
