Big Beautiful Witches: I Married A Warlock - Plot & Excerpts
Maizie moaned, sucking hard on an extra large coffee. It was seven a.m. and already there was a small knot of customers crowded on to the front steps of Fiona’s shop, which technically didn’t open for two more hours. She, Renoir and Fiona were at The Witch’s Brew stocking up on caffeine before they trooped next door to deal with the horde.“Who cares? Those bitches are my paying customers. And since when do you need a lot of sleep? So if you’re bitching about lack of sleep, it means you were up all night.” “Maizie clearly got rode hard and put up wet last night,” Renoir observed, looking her up and down with a critical eye. “She’s wearing a man’s shirt, vampire I’m guessing by the 18th century style, same pants and boots she was wearing yesterday, and no bra. She hasn’t even been home to change. Girl, you a ho!” He delightedly held up his hand to high five her. Grudgingly, she held up her hand and let him slap it without pausing in a lengthy swallow of coffee.“Let’s see, Renoir got reamed by an elf, Maizie got some hot fang action, and last night I kept company with my magic vibrating wand.
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