R Nitelight
Her Rock
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I spent most of the day staring at my name painted on the glass door: Randall Grimm Investigations.
Business was slow in the private detective game. There were too many happy people in the world, and people would rather shoot their cheating mates than hire a gumshoe to get the goods on them for a fat divorce settlement. Missing persons stayed missing. Still, I was optimistic. Things could only get better.
Still, to break the boredom, I played an old game.
"I will make love to the next woman who walks through the door," I announced.
Then the door opened, and she walked in.
Business was slow in the private detective game. There were too many happy people in the world, and people would rather shoot their cheating mates than hire a gumshoe to get the goods on them for a fat divorce settlement. Missing persons stayed missing. Still, I was optimistic. Things could only get better.
Still, to break the boredom, I played an old game.
"I will make love to the next woman who walks through the door," I announced.
Then the door opened, and she walked in.