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The Burmese Hawk

I left Steve Foster and returned to my office, pondering how to find his missing hawk. From what Foster had said, it seemed pretty likely that Cory Rogerson had the object. So the point of my search was not to find who had the hawk, but to find out where Rogerson had hidden it...and then get it back.

This was not going to be easy. More experienced detectives than I—including the police—had tried to find missing objets d’art in Rogerson’s keeping before, always unsuccessfully. But Sam Lindstrom is no quitter! And I had one weapon in my arsenal that my predecessors didn’t have at their disposal.

My femaleness.

All my predecessors had been male. I would use my feminine wiles on Rogerson to worm the secret out of him...if I could. Going home first, I put on a tight dress over slinky underwear, including real nylons complete with a garter belt, and a red-haired wig, tight-fitting so it wouldn’t be knocked askew in the midst of heavy-duty sex.

Aural Pleasures

The question caught me by surprise, but horny as I was, I found it easier to talk about sex on the phone than I would’ve thought. “I’d like to be stroking that beautiful prick of yours right now,” I said, “just like I always do before we really get into it.”

“And then what would you do?” my hubby asked.

My Talented Legs

Go ahead and call me a cock-tease. It’s true. I love to tease men, get them all turned on and horny, and make them pant after me. But I tease guys only if I plan to ultimately let them have what they want. I’m a tease who delivers...so I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.

Take Connor Wilson. Connor’s a junior partner in the company I started working for a few months ago. In fact, he wasn’t even any kind of partner when I started working there. He was high up in management, but they hadn’t yet offered him the partnership. I’m in the marketing department, and I report to Connor. It was the day they announced his partnership that I let him feel the full force of my teasing. But let me back up a little in my story and give you some background.

Blue Ribbon Winner

She was a contestant in the chili cook-off. I was a judge. And when she started coming on to me before the judging started, I was pretty sure it was with the idea of “buying a judge”—influencing my decision in favor of her chili. Well, I’ll take it any way I can get it. Usually my charm and looks and personality are enough to win the babes over, but if being a chili judge was going to get me in this gal’s pants, who was I to argue?!

Amber’s Panties

New York is famous—make that infamous—as a city where most people don’t know their own neighbors. That’s really not as prevalent a situation as the legends would have you think, but it’s true that, in the three years I’ve been in this particular building, I still haven’t met all seven of the neighbors who have apartments on my floor.

But I met Amber—and her panties—the day she moved in.

Hard, Cold and Yellow

Henry thought, asking aloud, “Where did you hear about me?”

Again Robin played coy, refusing to tell him. “A friend,” was all she’d say. “Do you want to get it on or not? What I heard is that you’re excellent at making love. I want to see for myself. Are you going to give me a chance to find out if I’ve been fed good information?”

But Is It Art?

There were no landscapes, no portraits...in fact, no canvases at all. The exhibition consisted of performance art. Most of the performances, while a far cry from Rembrandt, would not have offended members of the Religious Right. The fellow who cobbled together a statue out of old aluminum cans may not have been creating traditional Art, but there was little controversial about his offering beyond questions of how artistic it was. The same could be said of the woman who welded paper clips to aluminum in weird and wonderful geometric designs.

But then there was Ace and his offering. His art was created in a most sexual manner.