A woman with nice big breasts is a compliment to the man at her side, but what if her breasts are even bigger than he imagined? Does the sweet compliment turn into a threatening curse? Or two threatening curses?
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A Sucker for the Circus
Copyright © 2011 Mykola Dementiuk
ISBN: 978-1-55487-ARC
Cover art by Angela Waters
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A Sucker for the Circus
By
Mykola Dementiuk
Chapter 1
I had always been a petty thief. Ever since I was little, I always stole things that belonged to someone else. My mother would bring me to the park so she could chat and gossip with some friends, but I’d look around me and instantly swipe a toy, a spinning top or a little car that someone was playing with. Anything that belonged to another and could easily fit in my pocket I would quickly snatch it out of sight. I’d then would stand there appearing so innocent, slightly disturbed that my play was interrupted. Much later, as the years went past, it would progress to bigger and larger things, a stolen carton of cigarettes, a swiped leather jacket, a snatched purse, and I’d be gone. Running, too, became my life. Running and thieving. Thieving stirred my emotions and made me feel alive. Running increased my need to steal. Just as people have to eat in order to survive, I have to steal for the same reason. Of course, that got me in deep trouble, deeper than I wanted to be in. Trouble deep enough I couldn’t get out of…