Well well well… I am back on Red Lion Street.
As most of you know, I have been living at number 9 since the end of March. Red Lion Street is a sinful, Godless place where sluts roam free and Captain Shame’s cock is the local ‘sight-to-see’. What I mean to say is it is fucking fabulous.
Although, perhaps things are beginning to get a little out of hand. With only ten chapters left to go, Red Lion Street has been teetering on the edge of almost Sodom and Gomorrah levels of filth, just, perhaps, slightly less depraved.
In Chapter 40: Henageddon all bets are off. It is pure fucking filth. Gratuitous and utterly shameless. It would seem that we pantyless-sluts are beginning to make the Captain feel a wee bit uneasy. So, of course, I had to be there. And I am. Hiding out in the bathrooms.
