Warning: Be sure to check the tags of this story, it gets pretty dirty and pretty silly.
The warm May sun shone down in the early morning as Claire trudged out of her local police station. She was tired, sore, and hungover as she walked to the curb of the street, cradling her distended gut, which was still hard at work breaking down last night’s meal. After a short wait, a familiar silver Lexus pulled up next to her and a very pissed off voice called out to her.
“Claire. GET. IN.&rd
Drunken Stupor
By: Cryos