The Impulse blew in on the autumn wind and whispered dark nothings through the dying leaves.
Slater Mars awoke, his dark cabin encasing him like a cage of shadows. He sat up in bed, and the moth-eaten comforter slid to the floor, landing with a muted thump. His nighttime erection throbbed like a subwoofer as he swung his legs off the edge of his bed and …
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