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.
