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[sueanninct]

Another case for Detective Mecklenburg?????



(thats great writing Bunkie)

Anyone can continue the story. Thanks everybody for the compliments.

 

[ram1_2]

very good writing indeed, chewing on my false nails right now...someone pop some pocorn quick or gimme something for my oral habit

EXCELLENT writing, Bunkiekins.........love the character!

Ash, darling! Oral habit? Oral habit?????????? OMG!! Someone call Suck U !! HUGE smooch

 

[sueanninct]

EXCELLENT writing, Bunkiekins.........love the character!

Ash, darling! Oral habit? Oral habit?????????? OMG!! Someone call Suck U !! HUGE smooch

Are you handing out smooches?

 

[ram1_2]

Are you handing out smooches?

Opps! Huge smooch to the talented author!

 

[sueanninct]

Opps! Huge smooch to the talented author!

::SWOON::

 

[sueanninct]

Thanks for the compliments, everyone. I'll try writing again tomorrow. I'm anxious to see where everyone else's stories will lead. This mystery is getting sooooooo good!

 

[cookiejar]

Thanks for the compliments, everyone. I'll try writing again tomorrow. I'm anxious to see where everyone else's stories will lead. This mystery is getting sooooooo good!

 

[CharlotteNCguy]

Thanks for the compliments, everyone. I'll try writing again tomorrow. I'm anxious to see where everyone else's stories will lead. This mystery is getting sooooooo good!

I can't wait.... I love reading this stuffs!

 

[cookiejar]

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I grew back the two toes I’d shot off and hoofed it back across the street to my flophouse. I’d seen Cookie check in there, tailed by a shadow, a typical Lit chump with one more wife, ten more years, and fifty more pounds than he owned up to.

I chicken-winged the desk clerk until he coughed up Cookie’s room number. As I got to her door I heard the scream. I kicked in the door. The lug had a stranglehold on the her. I pulled my rod out and threatened to call his boss and tell him how much of the workday the chump pissed away on Lit. He disappeared like a guy with testicular droop on webcam.

Cookie gasped for air, her mouth stuffed with underwear.

Edible underwear.

“Quake,” She said. And I recognized the muffled voice.

It was the voice of my mystery client.

Cookie had hired me to bag the Astroglide, knowing her cage would be the first I’d rattle.

The blonde was in over her head.

I spit the underwear out of my mouth ... I hate grape. I sat up slowly, trying to ignore the pain in my throat. Quake pulled a flask from his coat and held it to my lips. The booze burned like fire as it went down but it was a pain I could live with. Quake lit us both a cigarette and leaned against the wall giving me the once over. The silence stretched on, an uncomfortable silence ...I knew he had made me.

"So you know," I croaked.

"Talk, I'm listening."

"I must look like hel..."

"Stop stalling, you look fine." He stubbed his butt on the floor and crossed his arms...waiting. "Sing."

"Alright." I knew there was no use stalling, "The Astroglide came into Pier 69...I had hired a stooge to highjack it for me. Problem is, he double-crossed me. I needed someone to ..."

"You mean you needed a patsy. You know it's a dangerous game you're playing. You could end up with a chiv in the back." He took my chin in his hand, "This is no place for a little girl, baby. You're running with the big boys now."

I pulled my face away and got up from the bed, "Okay, you did your good deed for the day. Thanks and good-bye. "

"Oh no," he said. "You hired me to do a job, I'm in it till the end."

"Consider yourself un-hired," I shot back. "I'll mail your retainer."

"No go doll, I'm in this till the bitter end. Now who was the gun you hired to do the job?"

"You're the dick, figure it out yourself. Now get out..."

"Have it your way angelface. Just be careful you don't end up in a wooden kimono. These guys are playing for keeps."

After he left I looked at myself in the cracked mirror, my throat was turning a nice shade of purple. I grimaced, I looked like hell, even at a time like this I worried about looks. I started to laugh, the pain in my throat was bad but I was alive....so far.

 

[cookiejar]

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[EarthquakeMan]

I spit the underwear out of my mouth ... I hate grape.

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[Raindear816]

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*cracking up*http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0903/lachen/laughing-smiley-014.gif

 

[cookiejar]

*cracking up*http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0903/lachen/laughing-smiley-014.gif

Oh yeah Rain...encourage Quake...LOL

 

[sueanninct]

I spit the underwear out of my mouth ... I hate grape. I sat up slowly, trying to ignore the pain in my throat. Quake pulled a flask from his coat and held it to my lips. The booze burned like fire as it went down but it was a pain I could live with. Quake lit us both a cigarette and leaned against the wall giving me the once over. The silence stretched on, an uncomfortable silence ...I knew he had made me.

"So you know," I croaked.

"Talk, I'm listening."

"I must look like hel..."

"Stop stalling, you look fine." He stubbed his butt on the floor and crossed his arms...waiting. "Sing."

"Alright." I knew there was no use stalling, "The Astroglide came into Pier 69...I had hired a stooge to highjack it for me. Problem is, he double-crossed me. I needed someone to ..."

"You mean you needed a patsy. You know it's a dangerous game you're playing. You could end up with a chiv in the back." He took my chin in his hand, "This is no place for a little girl, baby. You're running with the big boys now."

I pulled my face away and got up from the bed, "Okay, you did your good deed for the day. Thanks and good-bye. "

"Oh no," he said. "You hired me to do a job, I'm in it till the end."

"Consider yourself un-hired," I shot back. "I'll mail your retainer."

"No go doll, I'm in this till the bitter end. Now who was the gun you hired to do the job?"

"You're the dick, figure it out yourself. Now get out..."

"Have it your way angelface. Just be careful you don't end up in a wooden kimono. These guys are playing for keeps."

After he left I looked at myself in the cracked mirror, my throat was turning a nice shade of purple. I grimaced, I looked like hell, even at a time like this I worried about looks. I started to laugh, the pain in my throat was bad but I was alive....so far.[/color]

The plot thickens.........

 

[Raindear816]

Oh yeah Rain...encourage Quake...LOL

http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0903/weihnachten/xmas-smiley-002.gif

*thumbs up to all yall fancy noir writers*http://www.click-smilies.de/sammlung0903/grinser/grinning-smiley-003.gif

 

[EarthquakeMan]

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Cookie had told me to take a hike and forget the Glide caper. The case was a hard nut, but when I’m handed a job I keep stroking until I come to the end. But first I needed to get my ducks in a row. I drove to the Tweety Bird Diner, figured a blue-plate special and some quiet time and I could piece the puzzle.

Mindy came to my booth, order pad in hand. She was a hard one to figure, lived in a mansion, worked part-time as a waitress.

“Where’s Legs?” I said. Legs Bunkie, my regular waitress, had the best set of gams this side of Sonja Henie.

“She flew the coop, looking for a copper named Mecklenburg. Your line of work, you probably know him.”

“Meckles, yeah I’ve heard of him. Fancies himself a ladies man, hung like a stud field mouse. Legs got trouble?”

Mindy cocked her hip, put her gum behind her ear, pulled her pencil out of her hair and said, “You want to chew the fat, sailor? Or order some grub? I don’t get paid to small talk.”

“Gimme a porterhouse, make it scream.”

As I waited for my grub I smoked a couple of Lucky’s and tried to figure the angles. This case had more questions than a nineteen year old virgin from Muncie looking for an older experienced woman in Personals. Cookie was into black market toys, had planned the Astroglide heist, and gotten double-crossed by some Lit grifter. But why had she kept pointing me to Rosy’s Malt Shoppe? Cookie and Rosy went way back, more than once they’d tag-teamed some propeller in chat. If Rosy had the Glide, Cookie would know the score. And who was the goon who’d tried to rub out Cookie? And why had she been yelling “Slick”? Was she screaming for lube or screaming for her old ticket, Slick, who was supposed to be in the boneyard?

And why do blondes wear big hoop earrings?

“To put their feet through,” Mindy said, as she delivered my porterhouse.

I crushed out my smoke, knifed into my dinner, and thought about Elizabeth while I played with my meat. Elizabeth was the reason I’d taken the Glide case. I figured if I pulled in enough jack I’d buy her that little garden in the country she was always dreaming about, make an honest woman out of her. We’d leave Lit City and all the pervs, lurkers, trolls and stray dogs behind. But now, way I figured it, everything was up for grabs. Cookie had double-timed me, so when I bagged the lube I’d set myself up for one big payday, unload it myself. I wanted more than the jack. I wanted the whole score.

Mindy cleared my table and asked if I wanted dessert. “Special of the day, hot cookies.”

“No thanks, doll.”

I spiffed her two bits, headed for the phone booth, and dialed the precinct. A dame answered the phone. Women cops. Next thing you know they’ll be starting their own threads. “Give me head,” I said to her.

She connected me to Lieutenant Dick Head.

“Head here,” he said.

“Ram, it’s Quake.” We went way back, and he didn’t like me calling him Ram. He’d picked up the nickname when we’d stormed the beaches of Burma in ’42. While they were raining mortar down on the rest of us grunts, Ram had been pumping a flock of nubile sheep. He claimed he’d gone straight since then, but he still wore his wool macintosh to bed and got the shakes every time Bessie Smith belted out ‘Incredible Ewe’.
“Thought you didn’t want to play ball,” Head said.

“You lay it on the table, I might.”

“Two heads are better than one.”

“That’s what Elizabeth keeps telling me. Throw me a bone, Ram, and I might return the favor.”

“Cookie’s on the lamb,” he said.

“That’s lam, you knucklehead. No ‘b’. And I’ve already heard that tune. Give me something I can use.”

“You’ll owe me, Quake,” he said. “Fresh off the blotter. The Duracell warehouse on Playground Avenue got hit at four this morning. An hour later, down at Pier 69, a boatload of Eveready’s got heisted.”

Stunned by the news, I dropped the phone like a bad date. Lit City was out of lube. And within hours every battery in town would be dead. It was going to get ugly.

The natives would soon go wild.

They’d have no choice but to eat each other.

 

[cookiejar]

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Cookie had told me to take a hike and forget the Glide caper. The case was a hard nut, but when I’m handed a job I keep stroking until I come to the end. But first I needed to get my ducks in a row. I drove to the Tweety Bird Diner, figured a blue-plate special and some quiet time and I could piece the puzzle.

Mindy came to my booth, order pad in hand. She was a hard one to figure, lived in a mansion, worked part-time as a waitress.

“Where’s Legs?” I said. Legs Bunkie, my regular waitress, had the best set of gams this side of Sonja Henie.

“She flew the coop, looking for a copper named Mecklenburg. Your line of work, you probably know him.”

“Meckles, yeah I’ve heard of him. Fancies himself a ladies man, hung like a stud field mouse. Legs got trouble?”

Mindy cocked her hip, put her gum behind her ear, pulled her pencil out of her hair and said, “You want to chew the fat, sailor? Or order some grub? I don’t get paid to small talk.”

“Gimme a porterhouse, make it scream.”

As I waited for my grub I smoked a couple of Lucky’s and tried to figure the angles. This case had more questions than a nineteen year old virgin from Muncie looking for an older experienced woman in Personals. Cookie was into black market toys, had planned the Astroglide heist, and gotten double-crossed by some Lit grifter. But why had she kept pointing me to Rosy’s Malt Shoppe? Cookie and Rosy went way back, more than once they’d tag-teamed some propeller in chat. If Rosy had the Glide, Cookie would know the score. And who was the goon who’d tried to rub out Cookie? And why had she been yelling “Slick”? Was she screaming for lube or screaming for her old ticket, Slick, who was supposed to be in the boneyard?

And why do blondes wear big hoop earrings?

“To put their feet through,” Mindy said, as she delivered my porterhouse.

I crushed out my smoke, knifed into my dinner, and thought about Elizabeth while I played with my meat. Elizabeth was the reason I’d taken the Glide case. I figured if I pulled in enough jack I’d buy her that little garden in the country she was always dreaming about, make an honest woman out of her. We’d leave Lit City and all the pervs, lurkers, trolls and stray dogs behind. But now, way I figured it, everything was up for grabs. Cookie had double-timed me, so when I bagged the lube I’d set myself up for one big payday, unload it myself. I wanted more than the jack. I wanted the whole score.

Mindy cleared my table and asked if I wanted dessert. “Special of the day, hot cookies.”

“No thanks, doll.”

I spiffed her two bits, headed for the phone booth, and dialed the precinct. A dame answered the phone. Women cops. Next thing you know they’ll be starting their own threads. “Give me head,” I said to her.

She connected me to Lieutenant Dick Head.

“Head here,” he said.

“Ram, it’s Quake.” We went way back, and he didn’t like me calling him Ram. He’d picked up the nickname when we’d stormed the beaches of Burma in ’42. While they were raining mortar down on the rest of us grunts, Ram had been pumping a flock of nubile sheep. He claimed he’d gone straight since then, but he still wore his wool macintosh to bed and got the shakes every time Bessie Smith belted out ‘Incredible Ewe’.
“Thought you didn’t want to play ball,” Head said.

“You lay it on the table, I might.”

“Two heads are better than one.”

“That’s what Elizabeth keeps telling me. Throw me a bone, Ram, and I might return the favor.”

“Cookie’s on the lamb,” he said.

“That’s lam, you knucklehead. No ‘b’. And I’ve already heard that tune. Give me something I can use.”

“You’ll owe me, Quake,” he said. “Fresh off the blotter. The Duracell warehouse on Playground Avenue got hit at four this morning. An hour later, down at Pier 69, a boatload of Eveready’s got heisted.”

Stunned by the news, I dropped the phone like a bad date. Lit City was out of lube. And within hours every battery in town would be dead. It was going to get ugly.

The natives would soon go wild.

They’d have no choice but to eat each other.

"“Meckles, yeah I’ve heard of him. Fancies himself a ladies man, hung like a stud field mouse. " <-----------ROFL

 

[sueanninct]

"“Meckles, yeah I’ve heard of him. Fancies himself a ladies man, hung like a stud field mouse. " <-----------ROFL

Me too. I was laughing so hard when I read that!

 

[CharlotteNCguy]

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Cookie had told me to take a hike and forget the Glide caper. The case was a hard nut, but when I’m handed a job I keep stroking until I come to the end. But first I needed to get my ducks in a row. I drove to the Tweety Bird Diner, figured a blue-plate special and some quiet time and I could piece the puzzle.

Mindy came to my booth, order pad in hand. She was a hard one to figure, lived in a mansion, worked part-time as a waitress.

“Where’s Legs?” I said. Legs Bunkie, my regular waitress, had the best set of gams this side of Sonja Henie.

“She flew the coop, looking for a copper named Mecklenburg. Your line of work, you probably know him.”

“Meckles, yeah I’ve heard of him. Fancies himself a ladies man, hung like a stud field mouse. Legs got trouble?”

Mindy cocked her hip, put her gum behind her ear, pulled her pencil out of her hair and said, “You want to chew the fat, sailor? Or order some grub? I don’t get paid to small talk.”

“Gimme a porterhouse, make it scream.”

As I waited for my grub I smoked a couple of Lucky’s and tried to figure the angles. This case had more questions than a nineteen year old virgin from Muncie looking for an older experienced woman in Personals. Cookie was into black market toys, had planned the Astroglide heist, and gotten double-crossed by some Lit grifter. But why had she kept pointing me to Rosy’s Malt Shoppe? Cookie and Rosy went way back, more than once they’d tag-teamed some propeller in chat. If Rosy had the Glide, Cookie would know the score. And who was the goon who’d tried to rub out Cookie? And why had she been yelling “Slick”? Was she screaming for lube or screaming for her old ticket, Slick, who was supposed to be in the boneyard?

And why do blondes wear big hoop earrings?

“To put their feet through,” Mindy said, as she delivered my porterhouse.

I crushed out my smoke, knifed into my dinner, and thought about Elizabeth while I played with my meat. Elizabeth was the reason I’d taken the Glide case. I figured if I pulled in enough jack I’d buy her that little garden in the country she was always dreaming about, make an honest woman out of her. We’d leave Lit City and all the pervs, lurkers, trolls and stray dogs behind. But now, way I figured it, everything was up for grabs. Cookie had double-timed me, so when I bagged the lube I’d set myself up for one big payday, unload it myself. I wanted more than the jack. I wanted the whole score.

Mindy cleared my table and asked if I wanted dessert. “Special of the day, hot cookies.”

“No thanks, doll.”

I spiffed her two bits, headed for the phone booth, and dialed the precinct. A dame answered the phone. Women cops. Next thing you know they’ll be starting their own threads. “Give me head,” I said to her.

She connected me to Lieutenant Dick Head.

“Head here,” he said.

“Ram, it’s Quake.” We went way back, and he didn’t like me calling him Ram. He’d picked up the nickname when we’d stormed the beaches of Burma in ’42. While they were raining mortar down on the rest of us grunts, Ram had been pumping a flock of nubile sheep. He claimed he’d gone straight since then, but he still wore his wool macintosh to bed and got the shakes every time Bessie Smith belted out ‘Incredible Ewe’.
“Thought you didn’t want to play ball,” Head said.

“You lay it on the table, I might.”

“Two heads are better than one.”

“That’s what Elizabeth keeps telling me. Throw me a bone, Ram, and I might return the favor.”

“Cookie’s on the lamb,” he said.

“That’s lam, you knucklehead. No ‘b’. And I’ve already heard that tune. Give me something I can use.”

“You’ll owe me, Quake,” he said. “Fresh off the blotter. The Duracell warehouse on Playground Avenue got hit at four this morning. An hour later, down at Pier 69, a boatload of Eveready’s got heisted.”

Stunned by the news, I dropped the phone like a bad date. Lit City was out of lube. And within hours every battery in town would be dead. It was going to get ugly.

The natives would soon go wild.

They’d have no choice but to eat each other.

I think Meckles may be changing his name to "UNDERTHECOVERS MOUSE"!

 

[Feistyred16]

As I walked into the windy, snowy night, my heart was beating so fast & hard it almost drowned out all other sounds. I didn’t know what to do or where to run. I had no desire to spend the rest of my days in the slammer nor did I want to take on a partner. That cop Mecklenburg had laid it all on the table. There was no middle ground here. It was his way or none.
When I came to LIT City, I came because I wanted a fresh start. Figured it was just seedy enough for me to hide. I had made a lot of friends since coming here, any of who might help me out of this.

I felt like I was being followed…I turned and all I saw was the glow of a cigarette…the snow was blinding at times. I broke into a run, forgetting I had on heels. I could hear someone running after me. The wind was blinding me with the snow now, as I hit the crosswalk, I hit the ice. Feet went one way; ass went the other, as I hit my head hard.

I became aware of sounds I wasn’t familiar with. I knew I wasn’t alone. As I lay here in the dark trying to figure out where I was, it all started to come back to me. The ice, hitting my head, but who had found me? Better yet, who was chasing me? My eyes were adjusting to the darkness now and the evening began to come back to me. God I wanted a cigarette.

I hadn’t smoked in several months until that copper Mecklenburg offered me one. I took it to keep from talking, to give my hands something to do while I figured this all out. He said he had the goods on me, knew every bank I had robbed from DC to Charlotte. He wanted in, said he was tired of walking the streets. I took a long drag from my cig and looked him square in the eyes and said,” I thought you weren’t here on official business?” You’re my business doll face so what it going to be? Jail or me? I took a deep drag of my cig & a long drink. How the hell do I get myself into this crap? Lemme Think about it as I got up to leave.

I knew what I had to do, but I needed to find Goddess first. She always keeps a head on her shoulders…. As I pushed open the door, the wind & snow hit me…that was the last thing I remembered. Now where was I? Just as I was turning my head towards the window, the light on the night table came on… As my eyes adjusted to the light…I saw where I was…YOU! I gasped! Mecklenburg just laughed and wickedly said, “I told ya baby, It’s me or jail. I decided after you fell and hit your head it was gonna be me. You have no choice in this.
You were the one following me? I asked. Of course it was me, Mecklenburg laughed. You think after hunting you down to LIT CITY, I was letting you outta my sight He reached over and started playing with my hair…I pulled away. He grabbed me and firmly kissed me. I tried to resist, but I found myself responding to this copper as his lips caressed mine...

To be continued...

 

[CharlotteNCguy]

As I walked into the windy, snowy night, my heart was beating so fast & hard it almost drowned out all other sounds. I didn’t know what to do or where to run. I had no desire to spend the rest of my days in the slammer nor did I want to take on a partner. That cop Mecklenburg had laid it all on the table. There was no middle ground here. It was his way or none.
When I came to LIT City, I came because I wanted a fresh start. Figured it was just seedy enough for me to hide. I had made a lot of friends since coming here, any of who might help me out of this.

I felt like I was being followed…I turned and all I saw was the glow of a cigarette…the snow was blinding at times. I broke into a run, forgetting I had on heels. I could hear someone running after me. The wind was blinding me with the snow now, as I hit the crosswalk, I hit the ice. Feet went one way; ass went the other, as I hit my head hard.

I became aware of sounds I wasn’t familiar with. I knew I wasn’t alone. As I lay here in the dark trying to figure out where I was, it all started to come back to me. The ice, hitting my head, but who had found me? Better yet, who was chasing me? My eyes were adjusting to the darkness now and the evening began to come back to me. God I wanted a cigarette.

I hadn’t smoked in several months until that copper Mecklenburg offered me one. I took it to keep from talking, to give my hands something to do while I figured this all out. He said he had the goods on me, knew every bank I had robbed from DC to Charlotte. He wanted in, said he was tired of walking the streets. I took a long drag from my cig and looked him square in the eyes and said,” I thought you weren’t here on official business?” You’re my business doll face so what it going to be? Jail or me? I took a deep drag of my cig & a long drink. How the hell do I get myself into this crap? Lemme Think about it as I got up to leave.

I knew what I had to do, but I needed to find Goddess first. She always keeps a head on her shoulders…. As I pushed open the door, the wind & snow hit me…that was the last thing I remembered. Now where was I? Just as I was turning my head towards the window, the light on the night table came on… As my eyes adjusted to the light…I saw where I was…YOU! I gasped! Mecklenburg just laughed and wickedly said, “I told ya baby, It’s me or jail. I decided after you fell and hit your head it was gonna be me. You have no choice in this.
You were the one following me? I asked. Of course it was me, Mecklenburg laughed. You think after hunting you down to LIT CITY, I was letting you outta my sight He reached over and started playing with my hair…I pulled away. He grabbed me and firmly kissed me. I tried to resist, but I found myself responding to this copper as his lips caressed mine...

To be continued...

(you better believe it will be continued!!!!)


I love it Feisty!!!!

 

[sueanninct]

As I walked into the windy, snowy night, my heart was beating so fast & hard it almost drowned out all other sounds. I didn’t know what to do or where to run. I had no desire to spend the rest of my days in the slammer nor did I want to take on a partner. That cop Mecklenburg had laid it all on the table. There was no middle ground here. It was his way or none.
When I came to LIT City, I came because I wanted a fresh start. Figured it was just seedy enough for me to hide. I had made a lot of friends since coming here, any of who might help me out of this.

I felt like I was being followed…I turned and all I saw was the glow of a cigarette…the snow was blinding at times. I broke into a run, forgetting I had on heels. I could hear someone running after me. The wind was blinding me with the snow now, as I hit the crosswalk, I hit the ice. Feet went one way; ass went the other, as I hit my head hard.

I became aware of sounds I wasn’t familiar with. I knew I wasn’t alone. As I lay here in the dark trying to figure out where I was, it all started to come back to me. The ice, hitting my head, but who had found me? Better yet, who was chasing me? My eyes were adjusting to the darkness now and the evening began to come back to me. God I wanted a cigarette.

I hadn’t smoked in several months until that copper Mecklenburg offered me one. I took it to keep from talking, to give my hands something to do while I figured this all out. He said he had the goods on me, knew every bank I had robbed from DC to Charlotte. He wanted in, said he was tired of walking the streets. I took a long drag from my cig and looked him square in the eyes and said,” I thought you weren’t here on official business?” You’re my business doll face so what it going to be? Jail or me? I took a deep drag of my cig & a long drink. How the hell do I get myself into this crap? Lemme Think about it as I got up to leave.

I knew what I had to do, but I needed to find Goddess first. She always keeps a head on her shoulders…. As I pushed open the door, the wind & snow hit me…that was the last thing I remembered. Now where was I? Just as I was turning my head towards the window, the light on the night table came on… As my eyes adjusted to the light…I saw where I was…YOU! I gasped! Mecklenburg just laughed and wickedly said, “I told ya baby, It’s me or jail. I decided after you fell and hit your head it was gonna be me. You have no choice in this.
You were the one following me? I asked. Of course it was me, Mecklenburg laughed. You think after hunting you down to LIT CITY, I was letting you outta my sight He reached over and started playing with my hair…I pulled away. He grabbed me and firmly kissed me. I tried to resist, but I found myself responding to this copper as his lips caressed mine...

To be continued...

I knew he couldn't be that innocent!

 

[GoddessOfSouls]

Getting my popcorn

As I walked into the windy, snowy night, my heart was beating so fast & hard it almost drowned out all other sounds. I didn’t know what to do or where to run. I had no desire to spend the rest of my days in the slammer nor did I want to take on a partner. That cop Mecklenburg had laid it all on the table. There was no middle ground here. It was his way or none.
When I came to LIT City, I came because I wanted a fresh start. Figured it was just seedy enough for me to hide. I had made a lot of friends since coming here, any of who might help me out of this.

I felt like I was being followed…I turned and all I saw was the glow of a cigarette…the snow was blinding at times. I broke into a run, forgetting I had on heels. I could hear someone running after me. The wind was blinding me with the snow now, as I hit the crosswalk, I hit the ice. Feet went one way; ass went the other, as I hit my head hard.

I became aware of sounds I wasn’t familiar with. I knew I wasn’t alone. As I lay here in the dark trying to figure out where I was, it all started to come back to me. The ice, hitting my head, but who had found me? Better yet, who was chasing me? My eyes were adjusting to the darkness now and the evening began to come back to me. God I wanted a cigarette.

I hadn’t smoked in several months until that copper Mecklenburg offered me one. I took it to keep from talking, to give my hands something to do while I figured this all out. He said he had the goods on me, knew every bank I had robbed from DC to Charlotte. He wanted in, said he was tired of walking the streets. I took a long drag from my cig and looked him square in the eyes and said,” I thought you weren’t here on official business?” You’re my business doll face so what it going to be? Jail or me? I took a deep drag of my cig & a long drink. How the hell do I get myself into this crap? Lemme Think about it as I got up to leave.

I knew what I had to do, but I needed to find Goddess first. She always keeps a head on her shoulders…. As I pushed open the door, the wind & snow hit me…that was the last thing I remembered. Now where was I? Just as I was turning my head towards the window, the light on the night table came on… As my eyes adjusted to the light…I saw where I was…YOU! I gasped! Mecklenburg just laughed and wickedly said, “I told ya baby, It’s me or jail. I decided after you fell and hit your head it was gonna be me. You have no choice in this.
You were the one following me? I asked. Of course it was me, Mecklenburg laughed. You think after hunting you down to LIT CITY, I was letting you outta my sight He reached over and started playing with my hair…I pulled away. He grabbed me and firmly kissed me. I tried to resist, but I found myself responding to this copper as his lips caressed mine...

To be continued...

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[Feistyred16]

(you better believe it will be continued!!!!)


I love it Feisty!!!!

Thanks darlin'
and I look forward to being continued...

 

[Feistyred16]

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