Under the guidance of Veronica, the five young mamono introduced themselves. Sam is afraid of the implications of her change, but Veronica gives her some peace of mind.
This story will get some futa content in the future, but I ask you to keep an open mind and enjoy the wholesome :3
Foreword ::: For those who are strongly against it, there is some rape at the beginning of the story; it is to help set in that the main character has very good reason for running away from home, the rape ends when actual story begins.
The gorgeous bartender’s surprise was a bit understandable, since it was safe to say this ski resort didn’t necessarily cater to the ‘dying northern Maine mill town’ demographic.
“Oh, ayuh.” I nod in the affirmative.
“Whereabouts?” she asks, as I put my ID back in my wallet. The little plastic rectangle still has a tangible chill.
Seems like a silly question, but it’s not unreasonable for her to assume that the address on my driver’s license isn’t current.
“Castle Rock.” I say with a straight face.
She pauses for a moment. Clearly this girl has read her some Steven King.
“C’mon…..really- where are you from?”
She didn’t say anything right away, but her eyes lit up.
“Jessica Oba-san?” she finally asks me excitedly.
“I’m sorry- what?”
“Oh…I’m sorry….” she gushed enthusiastically. “It’s just that we used to get Murder She Wrote on TV when I was growing up. Except in Japanese, it was called The Case Files of Jessica Oba-san. I used to love watching that show.”