My Pikap Gerl Novels & Stories

In a hushed tone, Gerella assured, “We’re going on a trip together, some place nice and cozy.” “Will that place have big, buu paa-pee-lionibus?” Little Isla had been fascinated by papilionibus ever since she noticed the protection mark on everyone’s necks that bore the symbol, even her own. Gerella once told Isla that papilionibus were blue, showing the girl a picture of the insect from a book that had been handed down for generations. Gerella held on to her excited smile and said, “Who knows? We might just see them.”

I reached into my purse, rummaging through the bottom to find the Spiraea I knew I had stashed away. We pulled out of the gas station with some ice-cold sodas and a bag of BBQ potato chips. The whole old-school food vibe was a bit of a bummer for both of us. Even though it was tempting to load up on snacks, we figured it was better to embrace the real experience. Plus, I had already hidden some emergency chocolate in my purse. “So, do you think the Gitana will call you out?” Keia asked. “Call me out for what?” “A virgin?”

"Oh brother, I smell the excitement already." Geri chuckled as he pushed the flap of their tent open and stepped in, his arms wide as if embracing the very air. "Excitement for what? For some pussy, I presume," Amarok muttered from where he sat, legs stretched out, sharpening his blade in calm, measured strokes. Geri laughed loud. "Oh, come on, Amarok. Quit spoiling the fun. I know you need some fresh kitty to make you feel warm and alive."