Allison looked up at his massive, dripping form looming over her. She screamed, scrambled backward, and ran straight into a beehive.
“The cellar floods every spring,” Tucker said. “It’s more of a mosquito sanctuary.” tucker and dale
“This is it,” the kid whispered, trembling. Allison looked up at his massive, dripping form
An hour later, they had a bonfire. The rest of the college kids, untangled and de-mucked, sat sheepishly around the flames. Chad, sporting a bruise shaped exactly like a two-by-four, shook Tucker’s hand. Allison looked up at his massive
“It was room temperature,” Dale admitted. “The fridge is broken.”