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Located in a quiet corner of New England is the modest sea English town of Heaven's Cove, universe 5000. It's a sleepyheaded town, with a handful of traffic light. A unity cinema, a diminished police place, a small fire department, small businesses and slow rate of life. It blossoms in the springs and the"outoftowners"boom the population in the summer. But for the most section, nothing exciting happens here

Historically, HeavensCove is only known for rum runners in the 20's and as a location that slaves used on the Underground RailRoad to move around by sea. The community is mostly white, but due to the aforementioned Underground Railroad connection it stands as anomaly having a significant African American universe for the region, less then 5 %, but considering the make up of local Ithiel Town it stands out.

The town is conservative in politics and in religon. The Christian church are full moon every Sunday, and there's barely a dirty magazine to be seen in 20 international mile. Fishing is still a big business and the men for still dissapear for calendar week at a time in the summer. And hunting and sportfishing are big just as well. Heavens Cove is a Ithiel Town where time has stood remotely still into a slice of classical Americana

It's not to say there arent problems in this kip hamlet, but like to the highest degree small-scale towns the closed book are buried and not talked about. There are susurration of KluKluxKlan encounter in the woods, and the episodic burn mark found in glade do aught to sustain it. Racism is still an outcome, but there seems to be a concentrated outlet to resolve it, or at least pretend it isn't there ; so much so there was an a deliberate try to get a new sherrif who was pitch-dark just to put a felicitous font on the Earth's surface

Summers always involve some kind of fights between holidaymaker and topical anaesthetic, and there are always vandalism business concern from the gamey schoolhouse fry who are just bored Kyd stuck in a small town. Domestic furiousness has dropped and the dim community just finished rebuilding their Baptist church which was burned down by the Klan 30 years ago in their last attempt at attention.

In unretentive, the townspeople is a little town and a quit Ithiel Town. A unspoiled berth to heighten your small fry, there's always line available, the homes are modestly priced and the rents are flash. succeeding to no offence, tranquillise nights with a community based on placidity lowly morals, even if they can be a bit stifling.

That was at to the lowest degree untill two years ago


Nowadays when you arrive in Town casually, you will noticed something has changed but you cant immediately put your finger on it. The two Churches are still full every Sunday, the American flag is still seen in every business window. The criminal offense rate is still low. It still seems the Same care detached humble town you remembered it as two geezerhood ago, but you still can't assistance but shake the feeling something inherent basically changed.

Then you begin to look a petty closer at the details around the townspeople Of path there's a duo new coffee shops acorss town, a burgeoning tourist trade demands it. But then you notice the new shops, there's a common cold beer and wine storehouse right on main street. You had to drive to the John Barleycorn store on the highway 20 min away before or buy from the bars near the wharfage. Plus a few women's clothes botiques, and a fund for babe and toddler closthes and product. Not to mention the confect shop which seems to be incredibly popular

The confect shop sets in a corner of the town public square and is famed for its candies built right on assumption in the old storage warehouse behind the shop. And every Friday night there is virtually a short letter up of woman down the block waiting to go in just to come out with a little bag of jelly bean plant. Oh that's not to say they don't buy other candy, but there is always a small bag of jelly bean plant with them. The magic candy Shoppe, as it is called is staffed even curiously by a enceinte staff of roughly 20 African American men who always seem to be more than happy to break prolonged tours of the inner working of the confect factory.

That's when you notice the char themselves and it really begins to click on you. It seems that nearly the entire female population of the town of Heavens Cove has stepped out of a Russ Meyer celluloid. rich segmentation abounds everywhere, and scarcely can you see a charwoman with a cup sizing under that of D.You first think your mind must be playing joke on your memory or the lowest metre you were in townspeople, but even the teenage miss, some as young as14 seem to be exceptionally top heavy.

You step back and learn the daily climax and goings of the town and you really get to see the difference. There's a been sudden explosion of tyke in the town, near now just reaching bambino stage. You notice the meaning phone number of strollers being pushed down the streets, by match, by women, by men and a few by teen girls.

You'll observance when couples walk down the street many of the men walk a step behind, or ending up pushing the strollers. You will also notice the same madam you remembered as well-disposed family kinsfolk often walking around town on the arms of other men whilst still sporting their nuptials rings.

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

And when you finally block off and canvass the comings and going away, you finally agnize that this sleepy town is now a façade for something animal in the twillight hours.


husband and wives will be sitting at dinner at a patio home, where a tall muscular man ; typically black, but not always, will simply direct te wife by the hand and lead her away from the dinner with her married man even in mid prison term. The husband will simply meekly smile as she walks away and sit and waiting for her to return. Often it's a couple hours later she returns, her haircloth 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 hold till the spot end and they kick him out


Sometimes a woman will simply taken by the deal and pulled into an alley, if you peer down the alley you often see her bent over and being fucked from behind. Sometimes by Sir Thomas 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 cell running down her legs.

That's when you think about the children, and you look at them and notice the startling numeral of mocha chromaticity to the standard albumen as rice Caucasians. Or they have unlike hair colour or different oculus of their alleged father.

What is to be done about this lesson debauchery ? Going to the police or the city manager will net you cypher. Heavens Cove's foremost female mayor is 5 months meaning with the sherrifs baby and despite her belly encounter spends every Monday after work getting gangbanged by the entire law department of 12 men and 2 women


How did this madness part ?

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How will it end, who knows, but I must take you back to the kickoff so you can understand the peril of taking candy from alien