check to her bosom. “Wow! This is awesome. Finally money in my bank. Fredericks here we come.”
I stopped off at the local bank for Mona to cash her check.
The bank manager asked if she wanted to open a bank account.
“Not this time but when I get caught up you’ll have my business. That’s because you took care of me today.”
“I cashed your check because you are Tiffany’s friend and Peewee’s checks are always good.”
“Whatever?” She pointed at her chest and stuffed the bills in her bosom. “This here’s a pretty good bank.”
Fredericks shingle is hanging in old town. Many of the buildings have been renovated to look like the fifties. It’s mostly a tourist attraction. Frederick’s has been here for years with the same facade and the same customers. Ladies in their late thirties to their late fifties trying to look sexy. Now for Mona she doesn’t have to try, she’s already there.
I parked in the diagonal parking slot in front of Bill’s Billiards. Mona and I stepped out of the Explorer. Out the door came two long haired hoods. Bill was on their tail.
“You better stop or I’ll shoot.” Bill lowered his gun and fired off a few rounds. Shots were flying in both directions. They jumped in their white sedan and sped away. Not before Mona was yelling. “That’s the guys. The guy that tied me up.”
We jumped back in the Explorer and were on their tail. Mona, leaned her head out the window firing off a few rounds.
“Dang, I’m trying to hit their tire.”
A loud bang and the white sedan swerved from one side of the street to the other. It started to roll over and over and stopped on it’s top. Two guys pulled themselves from the wreckage and headed into the neighborhood before we could stop. We bailed out of the Explorer. Mona took the Main street and I hit the alley. I jumped from one back yard to another. I swung over a fence and stopped in my tracks. A vicious pit bull greeted me with the fur on the back of his neck standing to attention, slobbers dripped from his jaws, his lips turned up to show his teeth and a growl came from deep in his throat. Knowing this is not a good sign. I fired a shot toward the garbage can making a pinging noise. Mr. Bad Dog looked away as I jumped on the picnic table and vaulted myself over the fence piercing my hands with redwood splinters.
Mona came hobbling down the alley carrying one boot with her skirt riding above her hips. She pulled on her skirt with one hand while toting the thirty eight in the other.
“Damn boot heel broke. I’ve got to get myself a ‘bounty hunter’ wardrobe.”
“And what would that be?”
“I don’t know but one thing I know stiletto heels it aint.”
The palm of my hand bled as I pulled the splinters one at a time with my tweezers.
“Ouch! Dang thang is deep.” Mona grabbed my hand, took a look and said. “It aint no big thing.”
I jerked my hand away and headed for the rig.
We rounded the corner to see Sheriff Reagan accessing the crime scene.
“Hi Sheriff. What happened here?”
“I don’t know Tiffany, but I bet you can tell me.”
“Not me, I just walked up on the scene.”
Sheriff Reagan gave me a nod to get the hell outta there. Mona and I obliged his request and headed back to Frederick’s.
I parked the Explorer in front of Frederick’s this time hoping no one would come running from the building shooting as if they were making a gangster movie.
Mona pulled her good boot off. “I can’t wear these boots in the store.”
“Sure you can.”
I grabbed the heel on the good boot and twisted it off and handed it back to Mona.
“Good as new.”
Mona pulled on the boots. Hopped from the Explorer ready to take on Frederick‘s.
“Damn nails in the bottom of these boots are sticking me.” She walked on the side of the boot and made her way into Frederick’s.
I found myself gazing through the show window at all the whip ass clothes, thongs, garter belts, bustier, hot
I stopped off at the local bank for Mona to cash her check.
The bank manager asked if she wanted to open a bank account.
“Not this time but when I get caught up you’ll have my business. That’s because you took care of me today.”
“I cashed your check because you are Tiffany’s friend and Peewee’s checks are always good.”
“Whatever?” She pointed at her chest and stuffed the bills in her bosom. “This here’s a pretty good bank.”
Fredericks shingle is hanging in old town. Many of the buildings have been renovated to look like the fifties. It’s mostly a tourist attraction. Frederick’s has been here for years with the same facade and the same customers. Ladies in their late thirties to their late fifties trying to look sexy. Now for Mona she doesn’t have to try, she’s already there.
I parked in the diagonal parking slot in front of Bill’s Billiards. Mona and I stepped out of the Explorer. Out the door came two long haired hoods. Bill was on their tail.
“You better stop or I’ll shoot.” Bill lowered his gun and fired off a few rounds. Shots were flying in both directions. They jumped in their white sedan and sped away. Not before Mona was yelling. “That’s the guys. The guy that tied me up.”
We jumped back in the Explorer and were on their tail. Mona, leaned her head out the window firing off a few rounds.
“Dang, I’m trying to hit their tire.”
A loud bang and the white sedan swerved from one side of the street to the other. It started to roll over and over and stopped on it’s top. Two guys pulled themselves from the wreckage and headed into the neighborhood before we could stop. We bailed out of the Explorer. Mona took the Main street and I hit the alley. I jumped from one back yard to another. I swung over a fence and stopped in my tracks. A vicious pit bull greeted me with the fur on the back of his neck standing to attention, slobbers dripped from his jaws, his lips turned up to show his teeth and a growl came from deep in his throat. Knowing this is not a good sign. I fired a shot toward the garbage can making a pinging noise. Mr. Bad Dog looked away as I jumped on the picnic table and vaulted myself over the fence piercing my hands with redwood splinters.
Mona came hobbling down the alley carrying one boot with her skirt riding above her hips. She pulled on her skirt with one hand while toting the thirty eight in the other.
“Damn boot heel broke. I’ve got to get myself a ‘bounty hunter’ wardrobe.”
“And what would that be?”
“I don’t know but one thing I know stiletto heels it aint.”
The palm of my hand bled as I pulled the splinters one at a time with my tweezers.
“Ouch! Dang thang is deep.” Mona grabbed my hand, took a look and said. “It aint no big thing.”
I jerked my hand away and headed for the rig.
We rounded the corner to see Sheriff Reagan accessing the crime scene.
“Hi Sheriff. What happened here?”
“I don’t know Tiffany, but I bet you can tell me.”
“Not me, I just walked up on the scene.”
Sheriff Reagan gave me a nod to get the hell outta there. Mona and I obliged his request and headed back to Frederick’s.
I parked the Explorer in front of Frederick’s this time hoping no one would come running from the building shooting as if they were making a gangster movie.
Mona pulled her good boot off. “I can’t wear these boots in the store.”
“Sure you can.”
I grabbed the heel on the good boot and twisted it off and handed it back to Mona.
“Good as new.”
Mona pulled on the boots. Hopped from the Explorer ready to take on Frederick‘s.
“Damn nails in the bottom of these boots are sticking me.” She walked on the side of the boot and made her way into Frederick’s.
I found myself gazing through the show window at all the whip ass clothes, thongs, garter belts, bustier, hot
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