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A commission for and his story, Fat Kat,
Fat Kat Smells a Rat Chapter 1
From the case files of Philip Barlow.
“Send the first one in, Please.”
A very large brunette walked in, wearing a tight fitting black dress that emphasized her extreme curves.
“State your name and age for the video camera, please.”
“My name is Glinda Barlow, and I’m 38.”
“Any experience acting?”
“I studied drama in college and was cast in several school plays.”
“Any professional experience?”
“You paid me for being an extra in THE HORROR OF FATULA.
“I remember that very well. How do you feel about doing partial nudity?”
“What do you mean by partial?”
“Only wearing panties or a thong.”
“I guess that would be OK.
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Comments: 6
Have you ever concidered to draw her with blond hair?
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Looks like she already has blonde hair
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Hmm, I concider it more brunette..
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"From the moment she walked into my office, I knew she was trouble. She had legs up to here, and out to here, and as big around as from here to here. It was like she was poured into the little black dress by a cement mixer, and the guys didn't know when to stop pouring."
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I like the introduction, but where can I find the rest of the story?
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"Mr. Barlow..." She turned on the water works right away. Dames tend to think that a few tears will give their story a little more weight. If there was one thing this dame didn't need, it was more weight.
"Please, I'm trusting you to keep this strictly confidential. I know you don't recognize me--"
"Miss Kyle, for the fee you're paying, I wouldn't recognize my own mother. Still, I wouldn't be much of a detective if I didn't recognize Hollywood's second-bigger box-office draw when she waddled into my office."
She had a look on her face like she was about to have a heart attack, and not just because she looked like she'd been snorting powdered sugar and shooting burger grease. I was shocked myself. Cassandra Kyle's high cheekbones and sharp chin were on movie screens from here to Timbuktu. I even saw one of her pictures myself when I ducked into a movie house, trying to dodge my bookie. Even I didn't expect to see her in my office, sporting enough chins to fill a Hong Kong phone books. She enough spare tires to drive to Buenos Aires. Her stomach was so big that I had to dial another area code to carry on our conversation.
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