Misterdoe's Fiction

As I entered the house, a bottle of beer came floating my way. “Hi, honey,” said Marla’s disembodied voice in greeting, as unseen lips pecked me on the cheek.
“Hi, hon,” I answered, grabbing the open beer bottle from midair and taking a swig. “How was your day?”
“You know, same ol’ same ol’,” she answered as [...]

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I felt the van begin moving, and then suddenly stop. The hands pinning my shoulders and holding onto my wrists let go, and my blindfold was removed. The back door swung open, and the leather gloves were floating there again, holding what appeared to be a wad [...]

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“Yes, I’m sure you can,” said the voice in a conciliatory tone, “but as Kenneth is so fond of saying, ‘Every man has his price.’ Even if you wouldn’t choose to give out our location, someone could torture you or threaten a family member or something. We [...]

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“Excuse me?”
“Kenneth, no games. The frequency – what is it?”
I laughed, long and hard, remembering the story Dan Rather told about being beat up in an elevator by some strange men while one kept asking, “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?”
My “hostess,” or the hostess-voice at any rate, protested. [...]

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In the middle of all this… “stimulation,” I guess food should have been the last thing on my mind, but let’s face it – I’m an all-day eater, and it was just about dinnertime. Not wanting to spoil the proceedings, though, or for that matter not really [...]

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