Rob couldn’t believe it. He’d heard
the rumors, obviously, that this place existed. But it always sounded
too good to be true. It didn’t help that no one seemed to have ever
actually been or know where it is. The talk was that you had to be
invited to come.
And sure enough, here was an
invitation, right in Rob’s hands, mixed in with his other mail.
It was slightly smaller than a
postcard, with simple black background and somewhat neon letters.
You Have Been Accepted To
Join
The Motherly
The Invitation
By: notabot
Favorited: 7 years ago
Regression i
n the Waiting Room
By Groblek
Jim walked into the OB/GYN’s office and stopped at the receptionist’s desk, surprised to find it empty.
“Hello? Is anyone here? I know I&rsquo
Regression in the Waiting Room Story
By: Groblek
Favorited: 7 years ago
