Eddie

8 8 Insatiable Eve by Eddie Eve returned from the grocery store with the bread and milk she had been sent in to buy. She covered her left nipple with the grocery sack. She wasn’t necessarily ashamed of the safety pin that had been unceremoniously rammed through her erect nipple, through Tee shirt and all, by her Master Foss. But, the way people stared at her was sometimes unnerving. ‘So I’m a punker!’ She would think to herself, in introspective reexamination of her appearance each time she would catch someone giving her that look. She liked the way her shaggy hair was died green and especially the way she had given it that special look by dying the ragged fringe blood red. Or perhaps it was the eye makeup that would get them? She thought her emerald green eyes looked “Right!”, immersed in the hastily applied sea of black, charcoal eye smudge. ...