Audiophiles, click here to listen: “This little piggy went to market.” “This little piggy stayed home.” “This little piggy had roast beef.” “This little piggy had none.” “This little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way home.” “And this little piggy went…away.” Hannah brought the hatchet down sharply, her aim steady despite the heavy load of […]
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Audiophiles, Listen Here: “Gimme a large caramel iced mocha with seven pumps of syrup and extra whip.” The man was a few feet away at the counter, but his large body crowded the space. “Throw in two of those scones, too, the blueberry ones.” His face was puffy where it wasn’t covered in hair, everything […]
Start here if you’re new to Mitsy: Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part One) Then here: Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part Two) Audiophiles, here’s Part Three audio for your listening pleasure: “We’re okay, we’re okay,” Mitsy tried to say, but it came out “whee kay” with the shotgun pressed under her chin. Link was staring at her, panting […]
Part One (which you’ll want to hit first if you missed it): Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part One) Audiophiles, listen here: Mitsy blinked rapidly at the man. She’d been in hostile negotiations before, but over carpet allowances and alleged foundation cracks, not “what” she was. Be direct but unthreatening, her training told her. “My name is […]
Listen Here: Why people wanted to live out in the woods was a mystery to Mitsy McDonnell. She made good money selling remote homes to people who thought they wanted to ditch civilization. Later, she made even better money reselling those homes when they realized an hour to get to the grocery store was about […]
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The front door opened with a bang. Stewart cursed softly. No one was supposed to come in that way. He didn’t have a sign out to say that, but his business was supposed to be low profile. Not breezing through the front door where anyone could see from the street.
He hurried to the front of his small house to intercept the client who hadn’t played by the rules, tucking a black shirt into black jeans. Liza was on his living room sofa, lighting up a cigarette and looking for the ashtray that hadn’t been offered in polite society for 30 years.
“Liza—” Stewart had to handle this carefully, but he couldn’t just let her violate him this way.
“Yes, get me an ashtray, would you? I’ve been thinking really hard, and I need this.”
“But Liza—”
“Just get me a bowl, or a glass, anything…
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Audiophiles, Listen Here: The target’s name was Sheila Hamspelter, codename “SHELIA.” We let Brian come up with the codename, and you get what you get with Brian. My plan for infiltration was simple. We would ride in on flowers and disperse from there, achieving maximum coverage over several days. Brian fell on his flat face […]
