The Rip
by Mark Peters
Once
more, dear friends, I entered the breach for a new story for your
entertainment. As constant readers you all know how rascally Mark Peters can
be when he writes a new story and I have to retrieve it from him. I must say,
he can be quite challenging, alas to no avail.
You
see, Mark stopped at one of the strip joints to meet up with the go-go boys
that he so dearly loves and I, being the proud procurer of the written word
that I am, got the barman to pour a little heavy when it came to Mark's
drinks.
In
no time, well, about four hours actually, the liquor did it's duty and Mark
started making passes at me. The next morning he agreed to hand over the
manuscript on the condition I tell no one how much he likes wearing women's
underwear.
Your
secret is safe with me!