Less Than Coldhearted

When she told me her name was Hannah I didn’t believe it. It was a name out of another century and it didn’t seem possible.

The truth is she was out of another decade. Her hair was perfect and her glasses were sculpted from turtles long since extinct. She wore gold and most importantly her stockings were silk. They were silk and they were real, and they clung to her thighs by clasps that must have been hand made.

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Guy New York

Guy New York

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Writer and publisher of dirty books. With more than 70 titles, my books have been widely read and occasionally burned. Read more at www.guynewyork.com