'Little boys pull the pinktails of little girls they like, that's how you get their attention.' At least that's what his father told him.
He was too well arranged in everything he did, too All-American, too Cape Cod prep, always in Brooks Brothers twill, Ralph Lauren polo, brown saddle oxfords, wavy brown hair controlled in that perfect wind-swept way, fingernails clean, smile crooked but charming, and eyes half-crazed but affirmed and amiable. Alternate Ending, incest, violence, sexual content, many other warnings.
"We are not playing a game. We are at a stalemate; equally out matched." "Ah," she woefully sighed, "but within that statement you have so carefully made your next move." Rated M for incest/smut.
What's sweeter than a frozen dessert hidden by a dead body. Uncle Charlie doesn't hesitate to show his niece. Totally M for all types of smut seeing as how this particular fandom lacks it.
A simple song turns in to so much more yet remains seemingly nothing. India fighting for suppression; Charlie cleverly countering.
Mort Rainey and India Stoker have much in common. They are insane, they like music and the sheriff is looking for them. She wears saddle shoes, He wears a black hat. They find freedom and friendship. They find passion. But, will they escape from their past? Will they control their madness?