(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.)
Now I got me a new challenge. The book’s been closed on Lefty Louie and Belinda B is stateside. Who’s gonna gimme the dirt on the target?
Mystery solved. There is one geeee-orgeous tomato waitin’ by my seat on the spacecycle. I have finger-tingles about the Marilyn Monroe mock-up as the B-girl knows me too well to dangle such temptation. The broad gives me the full tooth treatment and I fig I can’t lose anythin’ by checkin’ out the goods.
“You’ll need a second driver if you’re going to make Casablanca by 3:00 p.m. tomorrow,” the kitten purrs.
Looks like the floatin’ deadline just dropped anchor and I got me a sexy new go-to girl.
(Click to catch up on Sammy, the Gat.)
(Photo by Claire Fuller, April 24, 2013.)