The breeze drug cold air across my face like the clammy fingers of a corpse. I still had 3 more miles before I could hope to find shelter and warmth and perhaps a fireplace and cognac. My car had died, forcing my unplanned and unpleasant hike beneath gray skies that were threatening to unleash blasts of frigid air as grim accompaniment to thick flurries of snow. By the looks of things it wouldn’t be long now before my twin nemeses would appear to torment me. Why did my brother choose to live in this hellish and forsaken land of bitter winter and brief spring and summer? Evangeline. She was the reason. The vile curse that had descended on my dear brother and ruined what had been a happy and carefree youth. Evangeline!
She was as sensual as she was scheming, evil incarnate unleashed upon my brother! Long, thick, flowing hair. Full, firm, taut breasts. Narrow waist with hips below that flared in a manner such as to invite, yes nearly…demand caresses. God that bitch! That cursed hussy! Why my brother? Of all the potential candidates for her manipulations, why him?