The Hunting Party

by Lucy Foley

When they are close enough, he turns to the shorter, not-beautiful blonde.

So rude lol

Then he walks back to the woman, Emma, and—in time-honored tradition—anoints her forehead and cheeks with the blood.

Ew wtf

Apparently there’s some old wives’ tale about not cleaning it off until midnight or bad luck will befall you, but that’s just nonsense and superstition.

HEhehehehehehehe

What a bitch. I catch myself, stifle the thought. What has got into me? And, after all, I am a fine one to talk.

Love a self aware mistress

I stare up at the stars. The new year. What is it going to bring for me?

Aw i feel bad now