Page 43 of My Rules

“Losing all their work.”

“I think it would just be a backup, right?” I shrug. “They maybe don’t even know it’s lost.”

We read on.

Titles releasing:

Fisting Frenzy

My eyes widen.

“Fisting Frenzy!” Henley chokes on his beer.

“What the fuck?” Antony leans in to take a closer look. “What the fuck is a fisting frenzy?”

“Something that is one hundred percent never happening to me.” I wince as I get a bad visual.

Creamy and Wet

“Although ...” My eyebrow rises. “I do like the sound of this one. Creamy and wet is my favorite two-word combination.”

I hear a car, and I glance out through the curtains to see Rebecca arriving home. She’s home late tonight. I keep scrolling.

The Daddy Swap

“The Daddy Swap ... what the actual ...” Henley erupts into laughter.

“So it’s a woman,” I think out loud.

“What makes you say that?” Antony asks.

“Daddy is a term females use; no man is thinking hot things about daddies.”

“Facts,” Henley agrees.

“Unless he’s gay, and then I’m thinking that daddy swapping would be goals.”

I screw up my face in disgust as a new, more disturbing visual comes through. “If you ever think about my father, I’ll murder you.”

“I’ll murder myself first, don’t worry,” Henley utters dryly. “Nobody is that desperate.”

“My father is way above average,” I scoff. “You’d be lucky to look half as good as him at his age.”

“If you say so.” Henley widens his eyes, and Ant chuckles.

Count Lazarus

“Count Lazarus, what’s this one about?”

We read on.

Bang, bang, bang. The knock is desperate, a haunting sound. Filled with terror and fear.

I can hear them coming. Their war cry echoes from the surrounding buildings.

“Witch. Witch. Witch,” they yell.

Carrying flaming torches, they march through the town in search of their next victim.

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