by Robert Burton Robinson
“Just came in today, huh?” “Yeah.” “Murder?” “Yep.” “Husband?” “How did you guess?” The old woman grinned. “Well, one look told me you ain’t from the street. So, it had to be either the husband or the boyfriend.” She spit on the ground. “Bastards. What did he do to you?” “It’s a long story.” “Good. [...]
by Robert Burton Robinson
“Wake up, Sleepyhead.” What a nice dream, I thought. Face to face with a beautiful woman—in bed. Her blonde hair glowed, backlit by the morning sun. “You promised me a picnic today, and it’s nearly 11:00.” Wait. I knew this woman. It was Debra—from high school. I had a huge crush on her, but I [...]
by Robert Burton Robinson
“Where are you going? Come back here! Hey!” What a chump he was. Phil had paid fifty bucks to be stripped naked, tied to the bedposts, and—nothing! How was he going to get himself untied? Then he heard the front door open. Sure—she’d probably gone out to her car for some equipment. A whip or [...]