Monday 12 November 2012
“I don't mind your showing me your legs... it's a pleasure to make their acquaintance”
The mean streets were still dark with something more than night.
He had done his research, like gumshoes do - mostly in the apartments of tall blondes. Killer heels were history; wedges and braided sandals were to die for.
Jack Slipper set up his stall, lit a cigarette and waited.
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