"Should we follow him?" Frank asked Meme.

She narrowed her eyes at the woman on the floor and nodded.  "She wouldn't have threatened us if she weren't up to no good," she said.  "And we're in too deep.  We can't back out now."
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At the sound of the door opening, Frank and Meme looked up in surprise to see attractive feminine figure in a trench coat enter the room, sweeping the room with her piercing black eyes until she zeroed in on the two hapless animals.

"Where is he?" she demanded, advancing toward them with a determination to obtain answers from them one way or another ( Read more... )

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in their fur, our love-struck couple are riding in the back of a convertible speeding along Interstate 15. Frank half-sleeps, dreaming & ruminating about the sublime flavors that must be Liberace's Gold Lamé Pants in Las Vegas; the prize they have been promised for helping out with this dangerous mission. But ( Read more... )