Excerpt from Toxic Shock “They say I got a great granddaddy buried out here somewhere,” Jimmy Ray said. He plopped down on the ground and leaned against a chipped and faded headstone, tearing into the case of beer as he did. “Heard he was a damn fool who went and blew the family fortune, which is why we never were fuckin’ rich like we were supposed to be.” “Gimme one,” Freddie said. Jimmy Ray reached into the case and grabbed a beer, tossing it to Freddie. Roscoe was squatting by the radio, trying to find a good station. “Heads up,” Jimmy Ray called. Roscoe caught the beer without even looking. Marcie was wandering around in circles, stoned out of her gourd. Death had always fascinated her. Being here, around all these dead people, she felt at ease, and being as stoned as she was, she felt horny too. She straddled a headstone and began humping it, sliding her crotch against the rough stone, her back arched, her eyes shut tight as she enjoyed the pleasure of being so near the dead. Toxic Shock is available at Hellbound Books.
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