This is a fable-like story of Pwdre Ser, rot or mud from the stars...
I was Pop’s girl right from the start. Pops bounced me up and down on his stomach. With my Mom screaming all the time, “Stop, Put her down!” Pops and I laughed and ignored Mom, which made her angrier. The trailer rocked. Then he turned his earphone off. Not hearing was a good thing for him. Pops was... Sign in to see full entry.