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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

PART TWELVE

Bernie Slackbacker looked out the window of the American Consulate on University Avenue. He could see the top of Toronto City Hall and the office towers on Bay Street. When he shifted his focus to his own reflection in the bulletproof glass he could see the crows feet around his eyes that even heavy makeup couldn't hide. He sighed and ran a comb through his bright red hair.

He picked up the gray phone in the ultra secure communications room and identified himself using code numbers that were verified on the other end. He waited quietly for 10 minutes listening to dead air until his party picked up. He gave his report on the situation.

"This better come off squeaky clean Slackbacker! No trails to follow back to us!"

"Depend on me!"

"I hope so Slackbacker. And remember, you may be a useless fuck up but Jesus loves you!"

"Yes Madame Secretary of State."

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