Jughead's Double Digest Novels & Stories

Alpha Jerry was on the floor by now; struggling for his life. “I’d have loved a more glamorous death for you – like being torn apart by bulls. But I can only make do with a two-faced jug. It’s a rare kind of jug imported from China. When turned the other way, it oozes out a different flavour from the initial wine. It’s a mystery jug. It can carry both poisoned wine and healthy wine at the same time. I didn’t even have to flick a hand or catch my breath to kill you.” She laughed like a beast.

"Through phagocytosis, ma'am. It surrounds its food, engulfing it until it forms a food vacuole to digest it." "Correct," Moturanyo nodded. "It consumes what it needs by surrounding it entirely. Can anyone else list the remaining characteristics from the text?" Precious continued, "It has basic cell parts: the cell membrane, the cytoplasm—divided into ectoplasm and endoplasm—the nucleus, and vacuoles. Specifically the food vacuole for digestion and the contractile vacuole for waste."

This meeting was an amazing jackpot. I glance at the wrinkles of skin extending under his belly. Smooth, with almost no fine hair. He's so well-groomed that even the folds around his are flawlessly dark. It's funny, I remember the few times he spurted carelessly at the end of penetration. I won the endurance battle this time. I don't know how many hours I spent scanning him, but I went to the bathroom. Just to pee and wash off the dried-up remains of the struggle. My clothes are intact, only scuffed from being crushed against the bed.