It's 1921 and prohibition is in full swing. Anne is young, rich, and lazy. All she wants is a glass of wine. Her husband is barely around. Anne's maid, Cora, is bright, cynical, and quick witted. John is an obnoxious upstart who is blatantly in love with his employer's wife, Anne. Anne's bored. So, why not plan a murder? This story was originally written as a short play. I have re-written it into a short story.

yeay i hope this is awsome lol and there will be randome ackward and alote of just weird stuff but thats me lol

"Why are you looking at me like you know who I am?" [Sequel to "Lust"]

"If this is what hell feels like, then I'm not afraid to die."

"I'm straight! It's just that gay porn pays better."