Mac's Archive

"I knew trouble had come to me the moment she slinked in through my door. Four foot with legs that would make you question that fact. Dressed up in a frilly piece fit for church, but she wore it in a way that made her look naked. Hair darker than a killer's heart done up into pigtails, daring someone to grab them and rain her in. And that smile, a little smirk of a girl that knew she found herself a new toy, a lollypop stick hanging from  soft lips."

"I gotta problem mister." She says to me, moving across the room like the snake through Eden, her words pouring out honey thick through that damn smile "I've lost something." Coming up to my desk she sits herself on its edge, shiny black shoes dangling beneath her, hooves of a little devil come to make me suffer. Pulling the lolly from her lips, she looked at me with big eyes that many a sinner had got lost in, and said "I was hoping you could help me find it"

 "A damn little minx of a dame, leaving a trail of broken men behind her like oh so many ragged dolls, playing with them then tossing away. Should have turned her away the moment she came into my office, but I was sucker like all the rest." -forlorn sax music plays-