Bart X Milhouse Novels & Stories

I would have to have her as my servant I have my ways of getting what I want in this place. "Thank you little lady. What is your name?" I asked. "It's Millie." She said sweetly. "Millie, I love it. Guards leave us." I ordered. The guards did as I told them. They all know what happneed to one guard and a doctor. I had killed thm both and ate them. Baxter dosn't know of this but everyone else does, so everyone obeys me. Millie looked pretty afraid I'm sure she was told of me. But instead of leaving she came over to me undoing my straight jacket which I was glad because it was super uncomfortable. But she didn't remove my muzzle. "I'll um have your dinner ready soon Mr. Brian." She said as she

Although, no one else seemed the slightest bit put off by those nuances, and clearly, I'd spent far too much time evaluating them. After eating dinner, the five of us sat around the kitchen table while the four of them talked. My dead weight in the circle was awkward, so I opted to clean the dishes and put away the leftovers while they chatted. "Bart, are you a coffee drinker?" Hensley had an array of flavors, brewing methods, and creamers that rivaled Starbucks. "Yes, ma'am." He glanced at Portia, put his arm around the back of her seat, and crossed his ankle over his knee. Bart was perfectly at ease with our family, and I wanted to hate him for it.