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It was a dark and stormy night; Tad was back to working as a Private Eye. He had just put his
up on the
, and sat back. Things were slow. Very slow. So slow he had counted ceiling tiles today. He put some more
into his
and took a sip. Nonchalantly, Tad tossed the
that he had received for safe-keeping, into the air and then put them into his pocket. He needed to find out what they were for. Last night he had to go digging it out of Jamie’s toychest. The kid was quick. Just like his old man. But at least the
were safe there. He put it into his
That’s when you walk in. You are wearing a scintillating red
that is cut all the way up to your
Tad smiles, but he can tell you’re
with a capital "
" .
“I need your
desperately,” you coo, sitting yourself down in Tad's
facing Tad.
“What with?” He says, noticing your extremely long
.
“My
. He’s trying to
me. He’s a
brute of a man. You have to save me,” you say as you wipe your
with a
.
“
,” Tad replies. “Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place.” HeroTad kicked into high gear. Oddly enough, there is something about you that reminds him of
. Maybe it’s the hair? Tad just can’t put his
on it. Not yet, at least. You rise from where you were sitting and sashay over to Tad’s side of the desk.
“He put his
on my
… the
. You lean over so that Tad has an unobstructed view of your
. That’s when Tad notices your
. It’s the same kind that
used to have… and it always drove him
.
“I see, ::gulp:: that’s just horrible,” he answers.
“He never touched me otherwise. I’m lonely, Tad. I think you can help me in that department as well,” you tease while running your fingers through his
and planting one steamy kiss on his lips. Your hands were everywhere. Tad returned the favor. When you break off the kiss you have a
on your lips.
“So, is it a deal? Will you help me?” you ask.
“I don’t think you need my help.” He leaned back into his chair and gave a knowing smirk.
“Well, if YOU don’t want the
, I can take my business elsewhere,” you say in a snit as you proceed to leave his office. After the door shuts, Tad sits there with a smile still plastered across his face. “Three… two… one…”
The door to his office swings back open. There you stand.
“Very funny, ” you say.
Tad took a pair of
from his pocket. “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” he replies with that smug look on his face.
You relent and toss him the
you had stolen from him. He pushes yours towards you on his desk. As you retrieve them you ask “How did you know?”
“Never try to
a con.”
You shake your head dejected. As Tad watches you leave he knows it’s not the last time he’ll see you. Oh, the item he had for safe-keeping was back in his possession all right. But he just can’t resist the challenge of finding out just who you are…
THE END