Ogive meets the man of the midnight hour

“Yes?”
Ogive gasped and drew back her hand. She had scarcely finished rapping.

“Yes?”
Ogive gasped and drew back her hand. She had scarcely finished rapping.
| S | M | T | W | T | F | S |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| « December | February » | |||||
| 1 | 2 | 3 | ||||
| 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |
| 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |
| 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 |
| 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 |
“I can’t hate him, he has his moments, but I can greatly dislike him!”
Story, graphics, and design copyright © 2005–2010 by the Author. All rights reserved.


New in the Forum