Probably looking for a good place to crap. The way his week was going, he was surprised Patsy Clark hadn’t organized a whole flock to circle overhead and drop missiles like B52 bombers on a raid. Giving his exquisitely clean Beamer a final look, he tromped toward the News building.Only published ...
Recently renovated, but still gratingly institutional. I stared at the mirror, which I suspected was two–way,, and tried to look calm. The door opened. Gregor and Klein walked in. Leaning to the side, I was able to catch a glimpse of Peter and George standing in the hall. Peter, busy arguing with...
Let me amend that. I was not happy. Kiska was not happy. If my neighbors had any hearing capabilities left, they were not happy either. I’d arrived home with no plans for my new wards besides keeping them separate from Kiska for as long as I could. Leaving Kiska inside, none the wiser to the inte...
Betty didn’t bother to look up from the computer as she delivered her news.I tapped my foot and took a sip of my latte. I would not let her negative worldview bring down my sure-to-be-fabulous week.She swiveled on her stool to face me, her expression ominous. “And Phyllis pulled everything out of...
I tugged at the short skirt, managing to pull the top lower than decent in the process. Mumbling to myself, I tugged it back up. Peter, aka Captain Egg, put his hand around my waist and pulled me against his side. “My advice? Don’t bend over.” I mumbled something unfit for young ears and eyed the...