Hunter J. Pennington

I am an apparition, a ghost, a fainting shadow. I exist and do not exist at the same time. I am a hooded thief in the night. You see me once, then I disappear, vanish like I was never there. I will have you pay for my meal one minute, bang you the next, and by the time you get out of the bathroom cleaning out my seed, I’m tearing down I-95 like a bat out of hell. On the surface, I am exactly what you want me to be, innocent, caring, and sweet, but I am two-faced. I am a masquerade man, with many masks all with one intention, to get my nut — for I am The Tinder Swindler.