Mrs. PCN has a few hot novels under a secret pseudonym.
]]>When I walked into his austere office, Preacher still seemed keyed up from earlier. He welcomed me and asked me to close the door which I did reluctantly.
As I turned away from the door Preacher had morphed into something unrecognizable. He looked like a Halloween devil on steroids. I stumbled out of his office and ran as fast as I could to mama’s old car.
The person I’d been led to believe was a man of God was a physical manifestation of Satan himself.
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