Inked Sanity Novels & Stories

"Maybe stupid cow fuck wait to ruin Tink's day again." Mike didn't say anything. Tink's goggles had been an obsession since she had lost them to the minotaur. They were magical, able to see things that ordinary people couldn't, and Tink had waited so long only because the house had needed structural repairs to the front deck. This morning, Tink had announced that she had waited long enough and was ready to move forward with Operation Stupid Cow Fuck (her name, not his). "Ready?" Mike asked, his hand hovering over the small, white painted knob.