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running-scarlet-griffin · 04 Sep 2026 -
A possession necklace, a hot daughter and some tests.
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"Hey dad, can you give me a ride to Kim's house?"
I looked up from the game that I'd just settled in for to see my eighteen year old step-daughter playing with the end of her ponytail, running her fingers repeatedly through the long brown hair that ended just above her ample breast, with a pleading expression that knew the answer before it was asked.
"What about your driver's test isn't that soon?" I checked my watch and it was already a quarter to one.
"Something's come up, Kim really needs me to come over now and I'll be staying for the weekend so I don't have time for the test. Besides I can just marry a guy who drives for me"
"No way you're not missing another test, this would be the third time you've put it off! I'm not chauffeuring you around town anymore and you can't always be relying on someone else, you've done your lessons and you're a good driver just take the test and drive yourself over to Kim's after."
"Seriously dad I don't have time-"
"I even called in some favors with a friend so the instructor would come and pick you up here and he's going to be here any minute, you don't know how easy you have it you're not going to embarrass me by skipping again."
"What? You didn't tell me he was coming here?? I'm not doing it now Dad I don't have time tell him to come back next week, if you're not gonna give me a ride I'll book an Uber but I have to go now." She half turned and started tapping away at her phone.
"And what is so urgent for Kim that you have to be there right now?"
Any chance of focusing on the game a now distant memory I turned fully to face Amy, for the first time registering what she was wearing. Her shirt was a white tank top with a very deep cut that showed generous cleavage, cropped high to just under her breasts showing off her hard-earned flat stomach. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra under it, her nipples poking through the thin fabric that was tightly stretched across them. Below her pierced bellybutton was a black skirt that ended far too high up on her thighs for my liking and below that a pair of black thigh-high socks in …
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The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
He's lying.
The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
Love this! Hope to see a part 2! Maybe Amy needs a job next!