Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10 beta 3/9/83; site qantel.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!mgnetp!ihnp4!zehntel!dual!qantel!israel From: israel@qantel.UUCP ( Renegade) Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: True Grit Mysteries - Part 1 Message-ID: <164@qantel.UUCP> Date: Thu, 2-Aug-84 12:43:46 EDT Article-I.D.: qantel.164 Posted: Thu Aug 2 12:43:46 1984 Date-Received: Sat, 4-Aug-84 02:09:11 EDT Organization: MDS Qantel, Hayward CA. Lines: 46TALES OF ROGER GUTS, PI It was one of those grisly, hot days, the kind that makes your glasses fog, assumming you're wimpy enough to wear them. I don't. I was leaning back in my office chair, with my feet on the desk, throwing daggers at my ex-girlfriend's bra on the wall and wondering where my next meal and my next lay were coming from. Then the door opened, and SHE walked in. She was the sharpest piece of female flesh I'd ever laid eyes on, from the top of her peacock-feathered hat to the tip of her opened-toed army boots. I could feel my pants grow tight as she sauntered up to the desk, and her lips began to move. "I'm looking to hire a private cop that isn't afraid of getting his fingernails dirty. Know anyone like that?" She was good. She was very good. "I'm your man, sister. What's your story?" "Three days ago, I received a note in my mailbox. It was addressed to me, but it wasn't signed. All it said was `Beat it or bite it!'. I ignored it, thinking it was a love note from a lewd secret admirer." "And when did you begin to suspect otherwise?" "Yesterday. I was in the bathroom, and the toilet mysteriously exploded. Luckily, I managed to manuever myself to fall into the bathtub, which I had just filled with water, so I was able to avoid injury." She was very, very good. "Sounds like your playmates play rough. OK, sister, I'll take the case." She reached inside her purse, and pulled out an envelope, then dumped it in front of me. "I'll give you $100 a day, plus expenses, for 5 days in advance." I liked the lady, but I liked to eat. "$150 or take a hike." She smiled. "I like your style, Guts. $150 it is." She fumbled through her purse, and tossed a stack of Jackson's on the desk. Then she glided toward the door. "Hey, how about tellin' me your name? It's always nice to know who you're working for." She turned, half-smiled, and opened the door. "You're a detective? Dig for it!" With that, she slipped behind the door, and headed down the hall. God, she was good. TO BE CONTINUED...