In the excitement of the coming holiday season, I would like to take the time to tell everyone of a vicious crime that is steadily sweeping the unsuspecting country.
Clown-Napping! Every day a clown is kidnapped for sexual gain. I know! I found it hard to believe too. In my new novel, Candy Coated Clown, I break the silence concerning this pitiful situation. I invite all of you to take time from your busy schedules to read this explosive exposé on clown love gone wrong.
Thank you for your time.
“You let him get away!” I screamed only to be slapped in the face by Mags. The slap I could deal with but if
“You cannot attack men and force them to strip,” Mags informed me. Out of slapping distance, I noted. She was smart enough to know to stay out of my arm reach. Even
I decided right then what had to be done and it wasn’t gonna be pretty. “Then clown boy is going to help me find my stripper.”
“Excuse me?” Ash asked weakly.
“Your boss screwed up, so it’s up to you to make this right.” I looked him straight in the eye and dared him to disagree.
“Wouldn’t it be easier just to call her and cuss her out?” Damn, don’t you hate it when they grew a set and talked back?
“Yes, but not as satisfying, as making you drive me all over town, then cussing her out.” Just so you know there was no logic involved in that statement.
Without waiting for him to voice any further objects I grabbed him by his puffy collar and herded him out the door.