Tabitha’s Tickle — Interlude
It’s Showtime!
I had been warned about the town of Valentine, that things “happened” to men—strange things, but nobody would tell me exactly what they were. I didn’t get the feeling that the strange things were necessarily bad…just “strange.” Whatever that meant.
But there was something about the town. Maybe it was the unusually high number of gorgeous women on the streets, or the really hot clothes they wore. In most places, you just don’t see that many women dressed to kill outside a nightclub—jeans and a t-shirt seem more normal for everyday wear. But in Valentine, it was like watching a model show, or a hooker convention, except the girls were way too high class for that. Still, I found myself with a semi-permanent hardon…and it had been weeks since I’d
