Welcome to Heavens Cove !

Located in a quiet street corner of New England is the small sea English township of heaven's Cove, universe 5000. It's a sleepyheaded townspeople, with a smattering of traffic sparkle. A single cinema, a small constabulary place, a small firing department, pocket-size business concern and slacken pace of lifespan. It blossoms in the leap and the"outoftowners"boom the population in the summer. But for the nearly part, nothing exciting happens here

Historically, HeavensCove is only known for rum runners in the 20's and as a placement that slaves used on the Underground railway to travel by sea. The community is mostly Caucasian, but due to the aforementioned Underground railway system connection it stands as anomalousness having a significant African American language population for the region, less then 5 %, but considering the shuffle up of topical anaesthetic towns it stands out.

The town is button-down in politics and in religon. The churches are wide every Sunday, and there's barely a dingy powder magazine to be seen in 20 stat mi. sportfishing is still a big business and the men for still dissapear for week at a clock time in the summer. And hunting and fishing are big just as well. Heavens Cove is a townspeople where time has stood remotely still into a slice of Hellenic Americana

It's not to say there arent problem in this sleep village, but like most small town the closed book are buried and not talked about. There are whispering of KluKluxKlan coming together in the woods, and the periodic burn Cross found in glade do nada to reassert it. Racism is still an issue, but there seems to be a decoct issue to settle it, or at least feign it isn't there ; so much so there was an a deliberate endeavor to get a new sherrif who was Shirley Temple Black just to put a felicitous face on the airfoil

Summers always involve some sort of fights between tourist and local anesthetic, and there are always vandalism business concern from the high shoal kid who are just bored kid stuck in a little town. domestic help violence has dropped and the pitch blackness community just finished rebuilding their Baptist church service which was burned down by the Klan 30 years ago in their last attempt at attention.

In short, the town is a small town and a quit townspeople. A good place to raise your nipper, there's always Book of Job available, the homes are modestly priced and the rents are cheap. Next to no crime, quiet night with a community of interests based on quiet modest morals, even if they can be a bit stifling.

That was at least untill two long time ago


Nowadays when you arrive in town casually, you will noticed something has changed but you cant immediately put your fingerbreadth on it. The two church are still total every William Ashley Sunday, the American masthead is still seen in every stage business window. The crime rate is still low. It still seems the Lapplander tutelage unloose diminished town you remembered it as two age ago, but you still can't avail but shake the flavor something inherent basically changed.

Then you begin to calculate a petty closer at the contingent around the town Of course of action there's a span new deep brown shops acorss town, a burgeoning holidaymaker trade demands it. But then you notice the new workshop, there's a low temperature beer and wine storage right on independent street. You had to drive to the liquor store on the highway 20 minutes away before or buy from the bars near the pier. Plus a few women's clothes botiques, and a fund for infant and toddler closthes and product. Not to mention the confect shop class which seems to be incredibly popular

The candy shop sets in a recess of the town foursquare and is famous for its candies built right on premise in the old warehouse behind the shop. And every Friday nighttime there is virtually a note up of women down the blockage waiting to go in just to come out with a belittled bag of jelly beans. Oh that's not to say they don't buy other candies, but there is always a small bag of jelly noodle with them. The conjuring trick candy Shoppe, as it is called is staffed even curiously by a gravid faculty of roughly 20 African American men who always seem to be more than happy to give protract tours of the intimate workings of the candy factory.

That's when you notice the women themselves and it really begins to come home on you. It seems that nearly the total female person population of the town of sphere Cove has stepped out of a Russ Meyer film. plentiful segmentation abounds everywhere, and scarcely can you see a womanhood with a cup size under that of D.You low think your brain must be playing tricks on your storage or the finale clip you were in Town, but even the teenage young lady, some as young as14 seem to be exceptionally top heavy.

You step back and keep an eye on the everyday approaching and goings of the town and you really start to see the differences. There's a been sudden detonation of fry in the townspeople, most now just reaching bambino stage. You notice the significant numbers of strollers being pushed down the streets, by couples, by woman, by men and a few by teen girls.

You'll poster when couples walk down the street many of the men walk a whole step behind, or ending up pushing the saunterer. You will also notice the same noblewoman you remembered as friendly category folk often walking around town on the arms of other men whilst still sporting their wedding rings.

And as the day winds down and the town slowly closes for business, you notice other alteration. For one The Mgic Candy Shoppe never actually closes and women still come in and out at all hours of the day. The women start dressing less conservatively and their husbands are even rarefied to be seen.

And when you finally blockade and study the approach and release, you finally realize that this sleepy-eyed town is now a façade for something animal in the twillight hours.


Husbands and married woman will be sitting at dinner at a patio place, where a marvellous muscular man ; typically dark, but not always, will simply drive te married woman by the mitt and tip her away from the dinner with her hubby even in mid sentence. The husband will simply meekly smile as she walks away and sit and wait for her to turn back. Often it's a duo 60 minutes later she returns, her hair's-breadth mess up and her make up smeared and wobbly slightly as though she's been freshly fucked. Often she doesn't return at all and the husband wait till the spot closes and they kick him out


Sometimes a cleaning lady will simply taken by the script and pulled into an alley, if you peer down the alley you often see her bent over and being fucked from behind. Sometimes by more than one man, sometimes with the hubby watching. And then when he's done, she's sent back on her merry way with a man's sperm running down her legs.

That's when you think about the baby, and you look at them and notice the startling numeral of mocha hues to the standard Edward D. White as Rice Caucasian. Or they have different whisker colours or different eye of their alleged father.

What is to be done about this moral orgy ? Going to the police or the mayor will net you nothing. Heavens Cove's first off female mayor is 5 months fraught with the sherrifs baby and despite her belly bump spends every Monday after body of work getting gangbanged by the integral police department of 12 men and 2 womanhood


How did this madness start ?

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How will it end, who knows, but I must take you back to the beginning so you can realize the peril of taking confect from alien