He called himself Kingster.
'So I'm not mistaken with my famous neighbor.'
The fence surrounding his 'Pyscho' premises, even with wrought iron around the property, had the stench of a cemetery.
'You won't find any cats and dogs in my neighborhood.'
Cindy and Candy were on a flight behind us and at about midnight, they arrived.
'We have visitors,' said Stephen.
'Not just any visitors,' said Max, 'they are your biggest fans.'
Stephen said he lost count of all the groupies who had come to see Stephen King.
'He's usually down in Florida playing golf with Trump, so I kinda oblige him.'
Stephen Kingster was nearly seven foot.
'I had some surgery to make my nose look like the real freakish Stephen King nose.'
He said that Stephen had an arrangement with his neighbor, ' pretend you are me and weed out the weirdos from the freaks.'
'He told me to deal with the weirdos.'
'You mean he loves the freaks,' I asked.
'Yep, something like that,' said Stephen whose eye averted to Cindy and Candy who were waiting at the door in some get up sluttish garb.
'Now what is that smell out the back,' asked Candy.
'I bet it's dead animals,' said Cindy.
They were both looking hot in the 9-inch fuck-me boots and bras.
'This is our Madona outfit,' said Cindy, who went straight for the liquor cabinent.
'So I'm not mistaken with my famous neighbor.'
The fence surrounding his 'Pyscho' premises, even with wrought iron around the property, had the stench of a cemetery.
'You won't find any cats and dogs in my neighborhood.'
Cindy and Candy were on a flight behind us and at about midnight, they arrived.
'We have visitors,' said Stephen.
'Not just any visitors,' said Max, 'they are your biggest fans.'
Stephen said he lost count of all the groupies who had come to see Stephen King.
'He's usually down in Florida playing golf with Trump, so I kinda oblige him.'
Stephen Kingster was nearly seven foot.
'I had some surgery to make my nose look like the real freakish Stephen King nose.'
He said that Stephen had an arrangement with his neighbor, ' pretend you are me and weed out the weirdos from the freaks.'
'He told me to deal with the weirdos.'
'You mean he loves the freaks,' I asked.
'Yep, something like that,' said Stephen whose eye averted to Cindy and Candy who were waiting at the door in some get up sluttish garb.
'Now what is that smell out the back,' asked Candy.
'I bet it's dead animals,' said Cindy.
They were both looking hot in the 9-inch fuck-me boots and bras.
'This is our Madona outfit,' said Cindy, who went straight for the liquor cabinent.
