DAME WITH A HOOD
by WILLIAM BURRILL
So I'm sitting in the Puss 'n' Boots peeler bar belting back the rye
when I get the CALL. Trouble with a juvie named Little Red Riding
Hood. Yeah, I know, she's hooked up with a bike gang and she's knocked
over a couple of variety stores in her time, but I got a soft spot for
the Kid. Claims a wolf has eaten her grandma and is sleeping in the
old broad's bed in disguise, trying to pass himself as granny. I
figured Little Red was back on the stuff but I went out to
investigate. It was a wolf all right. Either that or grandma was one
of those dames who was meant to be looked at from 100 yards away. I
pumped five slugs into him (or her) from my Magnum .357. Like I say,
I'm sweet on Red.
She kissed me full on the lips and then said, "My what a big Private Dick you are. All the better to..."
You guess the rest.
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