Monday, September 14, 2015

IN THE CLEARING - BY JON OLSON - IS THIS WEEK'S MONDAY MADNESS TALE!


http://penofthedamned.com/2015/09/08/in-the-clearing/


In The Clearing, by Jon Olson, is this week's Monday Madness Tale. Jon has given us a story of a very unusual monster . . . a special monster. Jon is becoming the master at tales in this gender/sub-genre. I look forward to his stories. He has me hooked. And his story this week only cements his esteem in my mind. Go to the link above and read the story in its entirety. I have only given a little snippet below for you to read. While you're at the Pen Of The Damned website, read not only this story by Jon, but many more as well.

Blaze McRob

In the Clearing

George Sutherland followed Francine McKenna farther into the forest. His interest in Sasquatch had led him to join the Nova Scotia Bigfoot Hunters Society. When he met the group’s leader Francine, however, his priority instantly became to get into her pants. When she asked him to go with her on a short overnight expedition, he saw it as good a chance as any.
Only one tent for the two of them.
“Come on,” Francine said, looking over her shoulder. “Pick up the pace back there.”
Her red hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and although her cheeks were red from the excursion through the woods, George could still see her freckles. He couldn’t help but smile.
“Easy for you to say,” George said adjusting his backpack straps. “I’m the one carrying all of the heavy shit.”
“I can give you the lighter one if that one is too heavy for you. I bet the rest of the group would love to hear about that.”
George made a face but increased his speed, trying to catch up to her.
Clouds were slowly overtaking the blue sky that had been present earlier in the morning when they parked on the side of the logging road and ventured into the woods. Some blue jays chirping in the trees suddenly darted out, catching George’s attention. He didn’t see his boot catch the exposed root and fell forward with the weight of the backpack forcing him to the ground.
Francine laughed. “Are you okay?”
“Fuck sakes,” George said, pushing himself off the ground. “Where is the rest of the team anyways?”
“Matt and Ryder had to work and Beverly’s out of town visiting family. They’re going to regret not coming out on this one.”
“So exactly why are we out here? Why this particular area?”

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