| Author: | Jw Grodt | ISBN: | 9781532010842 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse | Publication: | November 23, 2016 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jw Grodt |
| ISBN: | 9781532010842 |
| Publisher: | iUniverse |
| Publication: | November 23, 2016 |
| Imprint: | iUniverse |
| Language: | English |
So Brad, ol friend, what would you do with that, if you managed to get hold of it? Johnny could be relentless with him sometimes. Hey! Did ya hear me? I asked what would I heard you, Johnny. What would I do? Well, whatever I would do, Id make sure she never forgot me.
Widower Brad Wallace is a regular guy. He owns a successful small business, loves cars, beer, footballand his only son. One morning after a few too many, Brad awakensstill a regular guy, but one with a horrifying secret. Time passes and he thinks he has eluded the moral consequences of his nightmare, until the nightmare shows up in his living room: wearing pumps and rolling in the arms of his son, Jared. Now, Brad must battle the demons of lust, insecurity, and guilt. Can he stanch the blood flow of collateral damage caused by one moment of weakness, or will he succumb to his own craven, egomaniacal desire?
So Brad, ol friend, what would you do with that, if you managed to get hold of it? Johnny could be relentless with him sometimes. Hey! Did ya hear me? I asked what would I heard you, Johnny. What would I do? Well, whatever I would do, Id make sure she never forgot me.
Widower Brad Wallace is a regular guy. He owns a successful small business, loves cars, beer, footballand his only son. One morning after a few too many, Brad awakensstill a regular guy, but one with a horrifying secret. Time passes and he thinks he has eluded the moral consequences of his nightmare, until the nightmare shows up in his living room: wearing pumps and rolling in the arms of his son, Jared. Now, Brad must battle the demons of lust, insecurity, and guilt. Can he stanch the blood flow of collateral damage caused by one moment of weakness, or will he succumb to his own craven, egomaniacal desire?
