“I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer… — Tom Conrad Copy Share Image
“For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: - fate was the self-important egotism of those… — Tom Conrad Copy Share Image
“The punter sweated on top of Marina, his lips all over her young body, his tongue slipping out from rows of crooked… — Tom Conrad Copy Share Image
