She looked forward to the day when she could be permanently done with the horny being, but it couldn’t happen until he agreed to the last part of her terms. “You are great,” his gruff voice croaked out.“Thanks,” she muttered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Normally she loved giving head to a man, needed it as a source of sustenance, but this was no man, and the slimy fluid he’d ejected in her mouth made her stomach turn.He could at least disguise his grotesque form, she thought, taking in his green wart covered skin. Most gremlins preferred taking the more agreeable human persona. Fer, however, called himself a traditionalist. Traditional, my ass, she couldn’t help but think. He just uses the term as an excuse to be utterly disgusting.As if to punctuate her thoughts a loud gaseous sound emitted from the portly life walker, producing an odor which made her want to hold her breath indefinitely. He didn’t even have the decency to excuse himself.“So we have an agreement,”
