“A commune?!” Secondo momentarily forgot to be obsequious. It felt like they were miles from civilization and he thought they must have taken a wrong turn.
Terzo immediately perked up in the back. “As in hippies? Free love and hallucinogenics?”
“A satanic commune,” Primo clarified, realising he would have to set a few ground rules even here. The residents were getting on a bit these days. A high and horny Terzo might just finish them off.
“So more goats and composting toilets?” Copia grumbled, eying the rustic surroundings unenthusiastically.
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Goats, ritual sex and a mishap with some viagra…it must be a new chapter of my chaotic road trip fic (the plot and the writing…🤣) Writing the Papas as young adults makes me love them even more - hope you enjoy!
