Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. The name's Jack Wayne. I'm a private detective. It all began on a sweltering Friday in June.
A moment later an elegantly-dressed woman walked in. Her light brown hair, which was pulled back into a bun, was highlighted by a few streaks of silver. This wasn't the kind of clientele I was used to. She was classy, like a linen napkin or a glass of single-malt scotch. She was smooth and relaxed as she introduced herself. I didn't know whether to shake her hand or kiss it.
I reached out and gave it a polite squeeze. She smiled and squeezed back. An acquaintance of mine, Miss Stephanie O'Hara, said that you were quite effective. Do you remember her by any chance? Stephanie O'Hara was a cute little red-haired debutante from the right side of the tracks who'd hired me to tail her fiancee' who she suspected of two-timing her.
I shadowed the guy for a month and it was clear he wasn't up to any hanky-panky. When I went to her father's house to tell her so, she accused me of covering for him and demanded her retainer fee back. When I told her no dice, she started getting physical.
She kicked my shin a real good one, then started slapping my face. I tried to stay cool, but she'd smacked me until I didn't have a cheek left to turn. So I grabbed her by the arm, threw my foot onto the nearest chair and tossed her over my leg. She twisted like a demon. Apparently, she'd figured out what was coming next. It was all I could do just to hold her in place. Then I started slapping her fanny like it was going out of style. She had a thick wool skirt on, but I didn't let that stop me.
