3rd Eye Empty by Phil Cummings

3rd Eye Empty

She screamed with girlish terror and stoned surprise. There stood LC, as changed as it was possible to be. The good-natured goof had been replaced by an angry maniac with a giant depression of mangled flesh sunk squarely in the middle of his forehead. The stoned Jenny was definitely not ready to have that angry, wounded mug thrust in her face all of a sudden.