Maid for Serving: A Kinkston-Tale
Maid for Serving: A Kinkston-Tale Our little town, Kinkston, was in a strange and unique location. You see, the way the land curved, and the way the maps were drawn, just didn’t line up quite right. As a result, you had the United States, and then, 3 steps over our town line, you had a town that was, technically, either its own country, or a no man's land. I won’t bore you with the political details, not when the important part is this… we had no fucking laws. I mean, we had laws. But, just, “don’t be an asshole” was basically the law of the land. So… we had 18 different kinds of prostitution. Because of course we did! People from the US could drive 15 minutes, and sate their every sordid sexual desire, and we, as a community, were all too happy to build a town rooted in enjoying hedonistic pleasures without consequences. It was tough to pull off at first, and we benefited from a lot of luck, but at the end o...