The continuing Adventures of Chuck Roast, Private Eye

by atomiclunch
It was just another stinkin' Monday. I'd spent the weekend under the tables at Moriarty's Bar and was trying to get by on a quick tongue shave and an ancient Certs that I'd found in my desk.
Blech! Stale retsyn!
Then, like a jaguar slinking up behind a fat, unsuspecting peccary, she sashayed into my office and therefore, sadly, into my life.
Whaddaya want?
She was tall, with hair the color of a red velvet cupcake and more curves than a long, long, curvy thing. She was gonna be nothing but problems, I could tell.
I have a problem.

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