Sam and Miriam met the old-fashioned way: Sam’s .38 still smoking as he stood over the dead body of Miriam’s husband. Sam looked up and there was a naked woman in front of him.
“Oh,” was all that Miriam said.
“Oh,” said Sam.
Miriam looked at Sam and said. “I’ll get my bag.”
Sam stood there and watched a very beautiful woman go from naked to elegantly dressed in one quick move of sliding a dress over her head. He looked down and tried to feel something for the body, but it was just a paycheck. The guy who had hired Sam had shrugged and said, “Shouldn’t have spent money he didn’t have. Don’t know why he spent it, but now you gotta do what you do.” Continue reading “Mariam’s Usual by Michael Guillebeau”