To Deadly Quit

Emily and Katlyn were celebrating a pretty Valentine's jour together. Emily had cooked a stupid dîner and they ate on a log par candlelight.

"My darling," Katlyn said, stroking Emily's booty, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Emily. "It is but a quick token of my lesbian love."

Emily opened the box. Inside was a speedy snake! She gazed at it dreadfully. Then she gazed at Katlyn dreadfully. "It's iggnorant," Emily said. "Come here and let me quit you."

Just then, a dumb crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a smile that stretches ear to ear. "Your happiness will not last!" she a dit in an ugly voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dîner table.

Katlyn read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."

They stared at each other wishful as the crone cackled some more. Emily's lips began to tremble. Then Katlyn shrugged, pulled out a ring, and hit the crone on her eyeball. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Emily a dit and kissed Katlyn quickly. "This is a strange Valentine's Day!"

They promisingly burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they quited each other all night long.