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CharlotteNCguy said:
I sat and looked at her...something about her made me uneasy. I soundnt put my finger on it...I better play it cool.

"So are you the Feisty one?" I asked

"Who wants to know? Are you a Cop? You look like one"

" The name is Mecklenburg, just Mecklenburg and I am not on official business"

" So what is it then copper? I have nothing to say to you"

I was trying to keep my cool and not let on that I finally had a lead on the infamous Red-headded bandit who had knocked over banks from DC all the way to Charlotte NC.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way dame, your choice"

"You are the one who was looking for me"

She had a point. I lit a butt and offered her one. She took it with a look of disgust and as I lit it for her our eyes met again through the flicker of the flame. Her piercing eyes hid something...I would have to dig deeper here. She drained her Manhattan and gestured for another, I just sat there and contemplated my next move...

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I had pondered over what I was going to do next. Did I have the guts to go all in or should I play it cool and not play my hand...thats not my style. I figured I would just tell her

"I have the goods on you Feisty. The jig is up"

"I have absoultly no idea what you are talking about, and I am getting tired of your company in a hurry, " she responded.

" I think you ought to consider my proposition before you toss me aside"

"And what is that?"

"I know that you are the famous Red-headded bandit, and I have enough evidence to put you behind bars for 30 years. Photos, fingerprints, and eyewitness testimony." I practically snarled at her.

"I thought you said you weren't here on 'official' business?"

The moment of truth upon me I figured I would be dramatic. I took a long hit from my 'coffee' and leaned forward.

"I'm not. I have a proposition for you"

Greeted with a puzzled but interested look I continued.

"Now I don't usually get personally involved in cases I am working but you caught my eye. I think you need a partner in crime."

"Oh" was all she could manage. I couldn't figure if she was concerned or not, " So what's in it for you?"

"I am certainly never going to walk on easy street on the salary of a gumshoe," I responded " And you if I was able to pick up your trail then some other nosy cop could as well. I figured I could cover your tracks and help myself at the same time."

"I am used to working alone," She was a pro. Never even blinked, "Isn't this blackmail detective Mecklenburg, was it?"

"Blackmail is the same as treason. Simply a matter of dates and places. I prefer to call it an offer"

"Lemme think about it." was her response. She added, "Barkeep he will pick this up for me." motioned towards the table as she rose and strode towards the door. "I'll be in touch" was what she said but our eyes met once again and I knew that one way or the other I would be seeing this dame again.

Had I done and said too much? Only time will tell


to be continued...
 
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It had been a long week, Slick was out of town on a job and I was lonely. I gave my friend Bunkie a jingle and we made plans for a night on the town. We ended up at my old strip club, Rosy and I had been trying to dump it for months. A few dirty cops were shaking us down, servicing cops for free wasn't what we had in mind. A few raids had changed our minds and Rosy had bailed. She was now running a malt shop, who in hell did she think she was fooling?

Tonight the joint was slow, a few regulars sucked down hooch as a stripper named Rain went through her paces. As Bunkie and I sipped our martinis, we were joined by the two crooked flatties. Knight was the brains of the two, a cheap hood disguised as a do-gooder with a penchant for flashy avs. Ram was the other goon, he was always cooking up a new scheme. Ram had this annoying laugh, a swaggering strut and a rep for hopping from broad to broad.

"Hello ladies," Knight said as he put his arm on the back of my chair. "How's tricks?" He chuckled at his little joke.

I slid my chair away, "Drop dead, creep. You've got all you're getting from me."

I looked over at Bunkie who was in a deep convo with Ram, he had her under his spell. Another sheep to the slaughter.

Knight leaned close and whispered in my ear, " It could be so easy baby, a few hours alone with me a couple times a week and we'd be square. No more shakedowns, just you and I making the woo."

Talking through clenched teeth I said, "Go to Hell, I'm no pro skirt. Go back to the sewer you climbed out of."

He threaded his hands through my hair and pulled my head back, his face close to mine, "Think about it babe, I wouldn't want to get rough." He stood quickly and said to Ram, "Come on,we're outa here."

Ram looked regretfully at Bunkie but he followed the the head goon out of the joint.

Bunkie looked at me and with a pout said, "Why'd ya do that? I kinda liked that Ram."

Now Bunkie was a doll, but she was behind the door when they handed out the brains. "Hon," I said, "He give you that line about his beef? And the line about needing dessert?"

From the look on her face, I knew I had hit the nail on the head. I took pity on her, "Look, hit the sheets with him but be forewarned. He's a small time hood dressed up."

The look Bunkie gave me spoke volumes ... I let it go, it was her funeral ...
 
cookiejar said:
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It had been a long week, Slick was out of town on a job and I was lonely. I gave my friend Bunkie a jingle and we made plans for a night on the town. We ended up at my old strip club, Rosy and I had been trying to dump it for months. A few dirty cops were shaking us down, servicing cops for free wasn't what we had in mind. A few raids had changed our minds and Rosy had bailed. She was now running a malt shop, who in hell did she think she was fooling?

Tonight the joint was slow, a few regulars sucked down hooch as a stripper named Rain went through her paces. As Bunkie and I sipped our martinis, we were joined by the two crooked flatties. Knight was the brains of the two, a cheap hood disguised as a do-gooder with a penchant for flashy avs. Ram was the other goon, he was always cooking up a new scheme. Ram had this annoying laugh, a swaggering strut and a rep for hopping from broad to broad.

"Hello ladies," Knight said as he put his arm on the back of my chair. "How's tricks?" He chuckled at his little joke.

I slid my chair away, "Drop dead, creep. You've got all you're getting from me."

I looked over at Bunkie who was in a deep convo with Ram, he had her under his spell. Another sheep to the slaughter.

Knight leaned close and whispered in my ear, " It could be so easy baby, a few hours alone with me a couple times a week and we'd be square. No more shakedowns, just you and I making the woo."

Talking through clenched teeth I said, "Go to Hell, I'm no pro skirt. Go back to the sewer you climbed out of."

He threaded his hands through my hair and pulled my head back, his face close to mine, "Think about it babe, I wouldn't want to get rough." He stood quickly and said to Ram, "Come on,we're outa here."

Ram looked regretfully at Bunkie but he followed the the head goon out of the joint.

Bunkie looked at me and with a pout said, "Why'd ya do that? I kinda liked that Ram."

Now Bunkie was a doll, but she was behind the door when they handed out the brains. "Hon," I said, "He give you that line about his beef? And the line about needing dessert?"

From the look on her face, I knew I had hit the nail on the head. I took pity on her, "Look, hit the sheets with him but be forewarned. He's a small time hood dressed up."

The look Bunkie gave me spoke volumes ... I let it go, it was her funeral ...
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Well, I never.....:mad:

:rolleyes:

;)
 
cookiejar said:
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It had been a long week, Slick was out of town on a job and I was lonely. I gave my friend Bunkie a jingle and we made plans for a night on the town. We ended up at my old strip club, Rosy and I had been trying to dump it for months. A few dirty cops were shaking us down, servicing cops for free wasn't what we had in mind. A few raids had changed our minds and Rosy had bailed. She was now running a malt shop, who in hell did she think she was fooling?

Tonight the joint was slow, a few regulars sucked down hooch as a stripper named Rain went through her paces. As Bunkie and I sipped our martinis, we were joined by the two crooked flatties. Knight was the brains of the two, a cheap hood disguised as a do-gooder with a penchant for flashy avs. Ram was the other goon, he was always cooking up a new scheme. Ram had this annoying laugh, a swaggering strut and a rep for hopping from broad to broad.

"Hello ladies," Knight said as he put his arm on the back of my chair. "How's tricks?" He chuckled at his little joke.

I slid my chair away, "Drop dead, creep. You've got all you're getting from me."

I looked over at Bunkie who was in a deep convo with Ram, he had her under his spell. Another sheep to the slaughter.

Knight leaned close and whispered in my ear, " It could be so easy baby, a few hours alone with me a couple times a week and we'd be square. No more shakedowns, just you and I making the woo."

Talking through clenched teeth I said, "Go to Hell, I'm no pro skirt. Go back to the sewer you climbed out of."

He threaded his hands through my hair and pulled my head back, his face close to mine, "Think about it babe, I wouldn't want to get rough." He stood quickly and said to Ram, "Come on,we're outa here."

Ram looked regretfully at Bunkie but he followed the the head goon out of the joint.

Bunkie looked at me and with a pout said, "Why'd ya do that? I kinda liked that Ram."

Now Bunkie was a doll, but she was behind the door when they handed out the brains. "Hon," I said, "He give you that line about his beef? And the line about needing dessert?"

From the look on her face, I knew I had hit the nail on the head. I took pity on her, "Look, hit the sheets with him but be forewarned. He's a small time hood dressed up."

The look Bunkie gave me spoke volumes ... I let it go, it was her funeral ...
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I always fall for men with swaggering struts.:rolleyes:
 
A dirty job..................

.............but somone has to do it, Lieutenant Head mused as he slowly drove the cruiser down Personals Street. The rubber of the wiper blades squealed like a cheap date as they smeared the thin rain across a dirty windshield. They could use a smear of Astroglide, Head thought, but some bozo with a nasty case of satyriasis had lifted all the lube in this town - and a lot of people were getting pretty sore about it.

He saw space and didn't so much park the black and white as abandon it in front of the run-down diner called 'Bubba's Place'. A dump, he thought, and pulled the collar up on his mackintosh as he headed in, noting the clutch of hookers on the corner, huddled against the rain. As the Head of Vice (and he was known around the Precinct as Head the Head) he knew most of them.....intimately. The gorgeous redhead propped against the door was obviously trawling for business. She wearing the flimsiest AV he had ever seen, which partially revealled a pair of gravity-defying breasts and the fact that she had on a tiny, red, thong. 'Head, Lieutenant?' 'Not right now, Rosy. And I keep telling you - it's the other way around'. The broad smiled at him and drawled in a Canadian accent, 'After the way you handled the handcuffs last time, Lieutenant, any way you want....!'

He forced his way past Rosy's overhang, and into the dimmest, dirtiest eatery this side of the Savoy Grille in London. Bubba was idly re-distributing the dirt on the counter with a damp piece of cloth which looked as if the Mummy had discarded it as too filty. He turned white as Head saundered over, 'I...I...didn't do it, Lieutenant!' 'Just relax - where's Soft Peter?, said the cop.

The grease-pusher jerked a thumb towards a dim booth in the rear, and Head made his way towards it. The occupant had his back turned, and disgusting noises indicated that the pigs who generally ate high on the slop can from this establishment were going to go hungry tonight. Head slid into the booth opposite the unemployed Fatty Arbuckle body-double and said, 'Hi, Soft Peter'.

'Awww! Lieutenant - please don't call me that!' the large guy whined. Head frowned, 'I know that you were baptised - or was it launched - as Pieter Frankfurter, but until I get reports to the contrary, I'll call you by the nickname that the girls outside gave you'. The Head of the Vice Squad leaned back against the booth, lit an evil-smelling cigar and put the squeeze on Soft Peter. 'Spill the beans on this Astroglide caper, and quick about it. Either that, or I let Rosy the Terminator lose on you.' The nark turned whiter than a virgin's AV and put down hamburger number eight. 'I don't know nothing, Lieutenant, honest! Some new gang moved into town and started to corner the market in 'slip'. They said they had something new - better - slick as Fast Maggie on Saturday night. They must have lifted the Astro.' Head's brow creased, 'OK, what is this stuff? You're into everthing from leather jockstraps to inflatable sheep; you know, don't you?'

The sweating Pieter slid a small blue and white tube across the table. 'All I know is that it's called KY and it comes from Europe'. Pieter began to tremble, 'They're after me - I know too much!'. Before Head could stop him, he quickly waddled from the booth and through the back door. As Head rose in pursuit, there was a horrible scream from out back, which cut off suddenly. The Lieutenant reached the stinking back alley behind Bubba's to find Soft Peter giving his last performance, namely, that of a beached whale - a very dead beached whale. Head glanced over his shoulder, as the sound of Bubba parting with his dinner came to him. 'Good decision, Bubba, if you ate here' he murmured. 'Is he dead, Lieutenant?' the diner owner said shakily. 'Well, let's just say I have never even heard of a three foot black dildo before, and someone really knows how to use one.....'

Head draped a dirty piece of tarpaulin over the offending object, which made Soft Peter resemble a circus tent, and walked back inside through the chill rain. Time to wake those guys in Homicide........
 
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Re: A dirty job..................

ram1_2 said:
.............but somone has to do it, Lieutenant Head mused as he slowly drove the cruiser down Personals Street. The rubber of the wiper blades squealed like a cheap date as they smeared the thin rain across a dirty windshield. They could use a smear of Astroglide, Head thought, but some bozo with a nasty case of satyriasis had lifted all the lube in this town - and a lot of people were getting pretty sore about it.

He saw space and didn't so much park the black and white as abandon it in front of the run-down diner called 'Bubba's Place'. A dump, he thought, and pulled the collar up on his mackintosh as he headed in, noting the clutch of hookers on the corner, huddled against the rain. As the Head of Vice (and he was known around the Precinct as Head the Head) he knew most of them.....intimately. The gorgeous redhead propped against the door was obviously trawling for business. She wearing the flimsiest AV he had ever seen, which partially revealled a pair of gravity-defying breasts and the fact that she had on a tiny, red, thong. 'Head, Lieutenant?' 'Not right now, Rosy. And I keep telling you - it's the other way around'. The broad smiled at him and drawled in a Canadian accent, 'After the way you handled the handcuffs last time, Lieutenant, any way you want....!'

He forced his way past Rosy's overhang, and into the dimmest, dirtiest eatery this side of the Savoy Grille in London. Bubba was idly re-distributing the dirt on the counter with a damp piece of cloth which looked as if the Mummy had discarded it as too filty. He turned white as Head saundered over, 'I...I...didn't do it, Lieutenant!' 'Just relax - where's Soft Peter?, said the cop.

The grease-pusher jerked a thumb towards a dim booth in the rear, and Head made his way towards it. The occupant had his back turned, and disgusting noises indicated that the pigs who generally ate high on the slop can from this establishment were going to go hungry tonight. Head slid into the booth opposite the unemployed Fatty Arbuckle body-double and said, 'Hi, Soft Peter'.

'Awww! Lieutenant - please don't call me that!' the large guy whined. Head frowned, 'I know that you were baptised - or was it launched - as Pieter Frankfurter, but until I get reports to the contrary, I'll call you by the nickname that the girls outside gave you'. The Head of the Vice Squad leaned back against the booth, lit an evil-smelling cigar and put the squeeze on Soft Peter. 'Spill the beans on this Astroglide caper, and quick about it. Either that, or I let Rosy the Terminator lose on you.' The nark turned whiter than a virgin's AV and put down hamburger number eight. 'I don't know nothing, Lieutenant, honest! Some new gang moved into town and started to corner the market in 'slip'. They said they had something new - better - slick as Fast Maggie on Saturday night. They must have lifted the Astro.' Head's brow creased, 'OK, what is this stuff? You're into everthing from leather jockstraps to inflatable sheep; you know, don't you?'

The sweating Pieter slid a small blue and white tube across the table. 'All I know is that it's called KY and it comes from Europe'. Pieter began to tremble, 'They're after me - I know too much!'. Before Head could stop him, he quickly waddled from the booth and through the back door. As Head rose in pursuit, there was a horrible scream from out back, which cut off suddenly. The Lieutenant reached the stinking back alley behind Bubba's to find Soft Peter giving his last performance, namely, that of a beached whale - a very dead beached whale. Head glanced over his shoulder, as the sound of Bubba parting with his dinner came to him. 'Good decision, Bubba, if you ate here' he murmured. 'Is he dead, Lieutenant?' the diner owner said shakily. 'Well, let's just say I have never even heard of a three foot black dildo before, and someone really knows how to use one.....'

Head drapped a dirty piece of tarpaulin over the offending object, which made Soft Peter resemble a circus tent, and walked back inside trough the chill rain. Time to wake those guys in Homicide........
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Wow! Our first Lit murder! :D *Snort* Lt. Head:p
 
Re: Re: A dirty job..................

cookiejar said:
Wow! Our first Lit murder! :D *Snort* Lt. Head:p
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I didn't do it! I was too busy stalking CNCG!:D

VERY nicely written RAM!!!!!

APPLAUSE! APPLAUSE!
 
Im so envious!! I just cant write.. and this is such fun..
thanks for all the entertainment.. Hugs
 
hmmmmmmmmmm,

Looks like this story needs a slow talkin texas ranger too clean up this town,too bad i can't write for crap.but least the sexy cookie is good enough for us all.
 
Re: hmmmmmmmmmm,

colt 45 said:
Looks like this story needs a slow talkin texas ranger too clean up this town,too bad i can't write for crap.but least the sexy cookie is good enough for us all.
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I just love a man in a ten gallon hat...hugssss hon LTNS:kiss:
 
sticky_keyboard said:
You do know how to whistle, don't you? Just pucker up, and blow.
:heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart:
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Not to be a dick or anything, but isn't it, "You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow."
 
jixerguy said:
Not to be a dick or anything, but isn't it, "You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow."
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Dicks are always welcome here...:p
 
Happy Thanksgiving Cookie, have fun with the sweet little girl in your life as well as the rest of your family. I hope you get a chance to talk to Slick tomorrow too hun, I know you are missin him. Hugsssss!
 
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