The women of Postelthwaite Drive have by and large adapted to the curse that grips their homes. Well, except for Beth, she's new and needs to be talked through it.

I'm not 100% happy with this one. I wrote it in one go waiting to get a jump on my car one winter day years ago and I'm not sure it got from my head to the page the way I wanted. In part, this was an attempt to get back to go retro, to when I first started writing and my stories were filled with mass vore, no one taking things seriously, and a tremendous amount of casual lesbian sex.

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