The Elder Miss Trunkle is dead, killed by a freak corset accident. Or was she? The Younger Miss Trunkle stands to inherit a sizable estate, and Inspector Grape is suspicious. The game is a foot! Or...more likely some other body part.
A few years ago Nobilis Reed decided to start sharing the naughty little stories he scribbled out in hidden notebooks. To his surprise, people actually liked them! Now, he can't stop. The poor man is addicted. His wife, teenage children, and even the cats just look on this wretch of a man, hunched over his computer keyboard, and shake their heads. Clearly, there is no hope for him. The best that can be hoped for is to just make him as comfortable as his condition will allow.
