Troy McNaughtonPoints of Passion--Part Three
October 17th 2007 00:40
Points of Passion—Part Three
The action heats up as the villainess, HOOTER, is introduced. How low will Cade go in his quest to escape the strictures of suburban acquisitiveness? Can the virtuous Riana lure him back to Kellyville with the promise of more credit card spending and the accrual of more reward points? Is Points of Passion even more vomit-inducing than your average bodice-ripper? Read and find out.
Part Three
Cade sped away from his heavily mortgaged Kellyville architectural monstrosity and the materialistic Riana with a feeling of exhilaration. No more shopping for yet another piece of furniture at Captain Snooze! No more shopping for unnecessary appliances at Retravision! No more points! No more vouchers! Just sex, sex, and more sex, with HOOTER!
Riana thought differently. Buzzing down the road on her Speedfight II Motor Scooter, bravely enduring the curses of motorists and the jeers of truck drivers, Riana vowed that she’d wrench Cade from the arms of that fleshy sexpot, HOOTER. It was her duty as his wife to make him see the error of his ways. She had to make him realise that his lust for HOOTER was simply a form of temporary insanity. True happiness could only be found in furnishing, improving, and renovating the marital home. Riana narrowed her eyes and squeezed the scooter’s accelerator for all it was worth. She simply had to get Cade back. There was a Dyson turbo vacuum cleaner in the Westpac Altitude catalogue that she had her eye on.
Cade pulled into HOOTER’s street, struggling to contain his passion as he searched for someplace to park. He hadn’t stopped along the way to pick up a bottle of wine, because that selfish Riana had used all their Porter’s Liquor vouchers for that damned housewarming party she’d insisted on having just so she could show off all their furniture to their loathsome neighbours. But that didn’t matter. HOOTER wasn’t interested in liquor. HOOTER was only interested in one thing, and that one thing was, at this very moment, straining the seams of the y-fronts that Riana had bought for him with David Jones vouchers.
Cade parked. Cade crossed the street. Cade knocked on the door. The door swung open. And there, in a black leather bustier that exposed her generous mammary assets, stood HOOTER! Without a word, HOOTER grabbed Cade by the crotch and pulled him inside.
To be continued…
The action heats up as the villainess, HOOTER, is introduced. How low will Cade go in his quest to escape the strictures of suburban acquisitiveness? Can the virtuous Riana lure him back to Kellyville with the promise of more credit card spending and the accrual of more reward points? Is Points of Passion even more vomit-inducing than your average bodice-ripper? Read and find out.
Part Three
Cade sped away from his heavily mortgaged Kellyville architectural monstrosity and the materialistic Riana with a feeling of exhilaration. No more shopping for yet another piece of furniture at Captain Snooze! No more shopping for unnecessary appliances at Retravision! No more points! No more vouchers! Just sex, sex, and more sex, with HOOTER!
Riana thought differently. Buzzing down the road on her Speedfight II Motor Scooter, bravely enduring the curses of motorists and the jeers of truck drivers, Riana vowed that she’d wrench Cade from the arms of that fleshy sexpot, HOOTER. It was her duty as his wife to make him see the error of his ways. She had to make him realise that his lust for HOOTER was simply a form of temporary insanity. True happiness could only be found in furnishing, improving, and renovating the marital home. Riana narrowed her eyes and squeezed the scooter’s accelerator for all it was worth. She simply had to get Cade back. There was a Dyson turbo vacuum cleaner in the Westpac Altitude catalogue that she had her eye on.
Cade pulled into HOOTER’s street, struggling to contain his passion as he searched for someplace to park. He hadn’t stopped along the way to pick up a bottle of wine, because that selfish Riana had used all their Porter’s Liquor vouchers for that damned housewarming party she’d insisted on having just so she could show off all their furniture to their loathsome neighbours. But that didn’t matter. HOOTER wasn’t interested in liquor. HOOTER was only interested in one thing, and that one thing was, at this very moment, straining the seams of the y-fronts that Riana had bought for him with David Jones vouchers.
Cade parked. Cade crossed the street. Cade knocked on the door. The door swung open. And there, in a black leather bustier that exposed her generous mammary assets, stood HOOTER! Without a word, HOOTER grabbed Cade by the crotch and pulled him inside.
To be continued…
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