Sasha's Curse

By Pandora Sachet

Mitch is out cruising with his best buddy Edgar and Edgar's new mysterious girlfriend Sasha when they inexplicably arrive at one of his long dead ancestor's grave site. Confused about their intentions Mitch goes along with Edgar and Sasha, even though he suspects there is more to this night out than they are letting on. In short order all three are having dirty sex above his ancestors grave stone, and Sasha is very particular about how it goes down, even as she goes down on Mitch herself. Days later a mysterious visitor and some really wicked happenings change Mitch and Sasha's life forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pandora Sachet
• Release date: Mar 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301375639

Pandora Sachet

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Sasha’s Curse

by

Pandora Sachet

Copyright 2013

Smashwords Edition

This is a work of fiction.

No similarity to any persons, living or dead is intentional.

No part of this work may be used or copied without permission from the author.

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The wheels spun of the car spun wildly as it careened through the grave yard, sending up moss and loose sod into the air. Dirt assaulted the faded, cracked and fallen head stones. The wheels spinning on the inside of the car were much quieter, but causing no less damage.

Those wheels were in Mitch’s head. He sat in the passenger seat while Edgar navigated the car through the ancient grave yard, maneuvering through trees and around monuments. Edgar was attempting to cause as little damage to the car while causing as much havoc to the grounds as possible. Sasha, Edgar’s new girlfriend, sat in the back seat silently. She sat strangely still. seeming to not be affected by the car’s sudden whips to the right and left, or the ups and downs as it plowed through the dark resting place of the long dead.

Mitch held onto the Oh Shit bar as the car lurched left and right, throwing him in his seat in the opposite directions. Edgar yanked the wheel and pulled the shifter this way and that, a maniacal grin plastered to his face.

When Mitch could manage it, he would swing his head back and catch a glimpse of Sasha, puzzled at how well she managed the violence of the car, but mostly because at the angle she sat, he could nearly see up her short skirt. On several past quick glances, he could swear she wore no panties. But the light was not good as the sun had long ago set, and shadows over milky thighs could play tricks on a young man’s mind.

Tearing up the roads at night in Edgar’s beat up car was a normal event for both Edgar and Mitch. And over the past three nights, Sasha had become a willing participant. But lately Mitch couldn’t help thinking that Edgar was taking it too far. Last night, Edgar pulled into Fairview cemetery on the other side of town and they destroyed the grounds. And the night before last Edgar left the road without warning and plowed through a wrought iron fence,