The day she walked in was a day like any other. I’d barely got it together to get out of bed and throw my make-up on. I was sitting at my desk waiting for my phone to ring. Of course, it was gonna be a long wait, but the Old Penguin was keeping me company. I started thinking bout the old days, when Bongo and me would cruise round town with a coupla cream pies looking for the action. I missed that sonnova bitch – suddenly a knock at the door stirred me from my reverie. It opened a crack letting poisonous sunlight into my crypt.
“Mr Chuckles?” It opened wider and the most beautiful foot I’d ever seen stepped into my office. Fortunately, it was attached to a beautiful leg. As the rest of her followed, I looked her over. This dame was special. She had legs that went all the way up to her eyebrows, and a beard that went all the way down to her knees. She was a knockout, a perfect ten, and I knew that I was fucked.
“My name is Wendy Hause” She said, in a clipped, confident tone. “And I need your help.”