Bistro Viande 99 cent sale through May 6th

I keep a pretty simple rule on writing. I only write it if its fun to write and interesting to read

Bistro Viande (mybook.to/bistroviande) is now 99 cents (99 pence in UK) through May 6th. Check out Chapter 1 here for a teaser.

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1. Lottery Truck
 
Sammie shifted uneasily as the corrugated steel floor of the semi-trailer pressed hard against her buttocks. She groaned slightly as tingling, mixed with numbness, spread through her thighs and lower leg. As she shifted, once more she pressed against cold steel and she shivered. Her shivering gently shook the high-carbon steel chain, which dangled from one of her wrists to the other, and they tinkled lightly. She raised her hands together, as the cuffs gave her no other choice, to brush a wisp of her thin, light blond hair back from her face. She tugged a tuft out and inspected its split ends with a frown. Her eyes passed from her hair down along her wrists to her thin, t-shirt featuring the popular teen-brand slogan “LU*VA.” She remembered purposefully ‘borrowing’ one a size too small, so it would hug tight against her chest. The tightness helped make her breasts appear to have more substance than they truly had. Her eyes continued along to her fashionably bleach-splotched skinny jeans. Bleach-splotching one’s pants was all the rage with the kids and a fashion that befuddled adults confused as to why they would destroy perfectly good clothes. Sammie thought back to Daniel, her foster father, and his incredulous reaction when he caught her soaking the perfectly good jeans in bleach.

 

 
Sammie closed her eyes as the memories played forward until the point… when it all ended. She sighed sadly as memories of the bitter rejection resonated within her head.

 

 
The “borrowed” shirt… (ok, shoplifted)

 

The pants…

 

The lacy pink bra…

 

The matching panties…

 

The now runny make-up…