H. H. Turner

“What would you do if you were King’s Thief, Gen? Chew with your mouth open in the royal presence? Chat with the court ladies, dropping the h’s at the beginning of your words and garbling the ends of most of them? Everything about you reveals your low birth. You’d never be comfortable at the court.””

“While you guys are complaining because one time back when you had only three pubes, some chick didn’t bathe well enough or had an off day with her pH, you suddenly can’t bring yourself to go down on someone ever again. Meanwhile, women have smelled musty balls, crusty balls, and cheesy balls, yet we still persevere because you guys have to get your dick wet or you’ll find someone else who will. We’ve been gagged, we’ve puked, shot in the eye with cum, and we’ve seen shit stains because you guys don’t know how to wipe your fucking asses. But yet we STILL have to get over it and suck your baby ass dicks or you whine about it like a little bitch! UGH! You all fucking suck!””

“Leo reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullet vial made of brown glass. He clicked it one turn. “Just a little. This isn’t blow.” “What is it?” “Lydia, meet my White Lady. This is pure, top-shelf H. My little secret, but I want to share it with you tonight. You were amazing,” Leo said. I snorted the blast and felt the drug spread to my toes”