Here's the final segment of chapter 2. Hope you enjoy it!
In other news,I had to write two additional episodes of SEXKITTENS and we shot them this past weekend. For the most part, they came out exceptionally well and my only real complaints remain on the technical side of the production (audio is still lacking, even with the new mic and the lighting was just shy of heinous). Also, while there aren't too many details to share just yet, I am excited about a new project/internet show we currently are working on developing called "Misery Loves Company". Expect to see many of the faces you've seen in Sexkittens!
Jenna was physically beautiful in a way that Patience, my new ex-girlfriend of the week, could never hope to compare. The mysterious woman from the Ferris wheel reminded me of her--no doubt why I had found myself so wildly attracted to her. Not only were Jenna's features striking--a mane of curly, dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tall, lean body practically built for fucking--but she exuded such a fierce and commanding presence that few were the numbers who didn't immediately fall for her. We had shared some truly magnificent times together ... of course the wonder of that shared life quickly dissipated as heretofore unknown truths about Jenna were slowly revealed.
And while I say slowly revealed, the truth is that I had to dig for them. I had to unearth her secrets because the crafty bitch had hid them well. I very nearly never had a clue. But eventually the truth came out. Jenna tried to spin it so that it didn't seem quite as bad as it really was, but once the truth was revealed, the damage had been done, shattering the already fragile illusion I had crafted to deal with life on the surface. I was once again able to hear the calling of my dark lair--a voice that I had so successfully banished into the darkest recesses of my mind because Jenna simply wouldn't have understood.
All of that--Jenna, the secrets and the lies, the future I had thought we'd share--it all made no difference now. Yes, with my imminent return to my dark lair, one might think that dealing with Jenna might be at the top of my to-do list. Perhaps this might even be true, if not for one tiny detail.
Jenna was already dead.
The anguished musings of a jack-of-all trades creative professional based out of Longwood, Florida. Find out more about him here. You know, if that's your 'thing'.
Most of my production music is original but if I need something extra-special, I usually get it from AudioNautix.com: