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Today I start my new job as a private detective.

  • Today I start my new job as a private detective. It's not the easiest job, but makes me good money and I get to do what I love, unless
  • I lose it all again in a rip off scheme from the boss. That was a one time deal. I'll tell you about it later. That's where this story gets
  • sexual. I eyed her from a distance appropriate for mental groping. Her long black hair flowed as though it had a life of its own, but the curry was eating through my underwear.
  • As I stared at her, feeling desire swelling within me, all I could think of to say was, "Ah, Miss,...do you have the time?" She looked at me with amusement and reached under her
  • brasserie for her watch. "Why do women store things in there?" I wondered - not that I really mind, I had been staring at her lustfully moments ago anyway. She told me the time was
  • ripe to seize the moment. I wasn't sure if she meant a fair exchange of tradeable commodities or a lustful interlude. In true *Carpe Diem* fashion I
  • assumed she meant both and we had a mutually profitable transaction involving the exchange of some goods and some bodily fluids.
  • But mostly bodily fluids. God, that wench loved my saliva. It was as if my saliva contained the cure for her syphilis, herpes, AIDS, gonorrhea, chlamydia, pubic lice, and polio.
  • My saliva would do nothing for her terminal halitosis but if she believed it cured her other STD's I could demand a huge price/pint. Do you know how many spits are in a pint? Too
  • bad, I'm not gonna tell.

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