The Willow Glade -- page 1766
smack the SOB
His bony hand clutches the front of your tunic. His uncut nails tear
the fabric. You scream in fear then you realize you are not
defensless. You reach up and smack the old thing. He staggars
backwards to escape your brutal attack and he......
Created by Sidra Delmar on Jul 26 1998
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