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June 1, 2007

Jim: A Life Of Pane

The dame had legs that stretched like a highway. The kind with signs that said ‘dangerous curves ahead’. Her lips pouted invitingly but her cold, blue eyes weighed me like fresh produce. “You must be Detective Mercer,” she finally decided. “Follow me, please.”

Two of her goons fell in as she led me to an office. “You know why I’m here,” I growled after planting myself in a chair.

“Yes,” she hissed from across her desk. “But I’m afraid its curtains for you, Mercer.” She suddenly produced a thick book full of linen swatches.

The dame knew her window treatments.

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Comments

At least groan so I know I'm not here by myself.

Posted by: Jim at June 1, 2007 9:16 PM · Permalink

Yay, Jim saved us from utter patheticness!

Posted by: Stacy at June 1, 2007 11:58 PM · Permalink

Ummm...
Did you read my story, Stacy?

Posted by: Jim at June 2, 2007 12:24 AM · Permalink

Ha!

Posted by: Stacy at June 2, 2007 12:58 PM · Permalink

That was pane-ful.

Posted by: Tina at June 3, 2007 11:41 AM · Permalink