Pillar Woman Novels & Stories

The Paper Widow was going to Mexico and that worn out whore Peggy was being exchanged at the whore house for a younger, fresher, less possessive one. Oliver’s face fell as he looked over the whores displaying their wares in hopes of being picked. They were a sorry looking lot to be sure. He shuddered with revulsion when the one called Peggy’s foul breath filled his breathing space while she rubbed her abundant bosom against his arm and whispered things she would like to do to him and what she would be willing to have him do to her. He could not believe his stroke of good luck when she took offense by his obvious shuddering and spat obscenities about how tired she was of uppity men and uppi