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Subject: True Grit Mysteries - Part 1
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Date: Thu, 2-Aug-84 12:43:46 EDT
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Posted: Thu Aug  2 12:43:46 1984
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TALES 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...