RIPPED & READY (PART XLVIII)   Hank’s seductive, periodic, glances in between sips of Brandy were seductive but creepy.  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but, this big old house, the two Rottweiler’s, and that foul mouth parrot (who kept screaming Bee-atch every 15 minutes), just seemed a little off to me.  I mean, he […]

RIPPED & READY (PART LXI)   The closer Peewee got to me, the more my heart began to race.  Once we were face to face and he smiled, I breathed a sigh of relief. I asked him what brought him to Stanford Hospital and he told me he was there to meet his cousin for lunch.  In […]

RIPPED & READY (PART 71) RIPPED & READY (PART LXXI) If you gotta fuck someone up then you better have on the correct armor and be totting the sharpest sword.  Like I said, this mangy mutt was about to get an upper cut in the gut, and a right cross to the jaw.  Without a […]