![]() I used to crush on Land just like any other girl in his presence. Maybe in another life, I’d be into it too. I’d been snared in his visual trap, forced to watch him tongue-rape the varsity cheerleader. Last I saw, he had his tongue down the throat of some junior with big tits and silky brown hair. Not to mention, I’m not exactly his type. It’d almost be romantic if it weren’t something pulled straight from the horror books. A fate woven in the fabric of our very beings, he and I. I’m pretty sure he designed his annual “hunt” just so he can practice for the day he’ll chase me. A snake in the grass with sharp teeth and an even sharper tongue. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher. ![]() Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. ![]() ![]() This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. ![]()
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