Dark Christian erotica. Religious hypocrisy. The slow fall of good Christian girls into depravity.
Three women. One Johnson. A shared baptism that is not water. Midwives march in ranks. The novella ends where forever begins.
Weeks of peeling fuse two Rileys into one current. A diner pilgrimage. Dorothy in pigtails. Yellow brick. You were always His.
The Christian pop star walks into the lemon’s glass condo and peels her open—wrist, throat, denial—without finishing the rite. Liberal pour. No seal yet.
