Nadia and Sketcher - Part 3 (an excerpt from "Killing Tom")

“What do we need to do,” Jack said, once the two had calmed themselves to a reasonable level. “To have some ‘alone’ time?” Jack was feeling logy and the shock of meeting Nadia’s parasitic twin and the effort of listening to their squabbling had left him drained. He was ready to pass out and before long, sex would cease to be an issue.


Nadia ran a beautiful, thin-fingered alabaster hand through her purse. She pulled out a tiny, bedazzled cowl, not unlike those used for falcons and other birds of prey, only teeny and with sequins. “We need to put this over Sketcher,” she said.

“What the fuck?” Jack said.

“I’m right here, you know – you insensitive bastards,” Sketcher offered up.

The two entire humans ignored him. “He gets aggressive,” Nadia said.

“IT’S FUCKING SUFFOCATING!” Skretcher shrieked. “IT’S LIKE BEING BURIED UNDER AN AVALANCHE OF PUMPING FLESH IN HEAT, FOR CHRISSAKES!”

“If we do not put the cover on him, he panics and begins to bite,” Nadia said. “He tries to chew his way out – it’s his only defense…”

“Fucking little savage,” Jack offered. He glanced down at the angry little head. “You realize you look like a tiny little hairless Osmond Brother, don’t you – with that vicious mouthful of little teeth…”

“Fuck you,” Sketcher spat, his little head waving back and forth like a cobra.

Then Nadia slipped the bedazzled cowl over his head despite his protests and Jack proceeded to have one of the most magnificent nights of sex of his entire life.