Serena The Feral Goddess: Isn't that the point? Be bad all week and be a good girl on Sunday? (Tongue out emoji)
November shook his head in response. He knew damn well she didn't go to church. She was a pagan and worshiped outside in a section of woods near her home. But he played along and simply said, "Good Girl," before pulling out new pieces of leather to work on his next custom order.
A few days later on Sunday, November got out of his car and grabbed his playbag out of the passenger's side and slung it over his shoulder as he walked up the path to Serena's house. It was a typical three-bedroom suburban home that contained a small garden and well-maintained lawn. Her antique truck in the driveway honestly looked out of place in this prim neighborhood. November smiled to himself as
