I was looking forward to tonight like passing a kidney stone.
My shift started on a low note.
The hotel had fares you didn't want.
I made sure my piece was handy.
Danger moved with her hips.
Take me to Harry's Bar.
Got a lite?
I gave her a box of matches left in the back seat.
I used my radio to call in my destination.
I need to make a stop on the way. She said.
Stop here.
She swished her way down the alley. I noticed she left her purse. I got out to give it back.
I ran after her down the alley into an uppercut.
Three thugs kneaded my kidney like they were making a pizza.
Let him go...
When they got off me, I pistol whipped a few thank yous.
Thank you back there.
I don't need a driver, but, I have an itch.
