I didn't know who that guy was but he obviously had no love for Minga. We had that in common. The guy said he hadn't seen Debra in weeks. But Debra worked at The Giant Clam, not The Pink Pussycat, so why would someone in Debra's address book know Minga well enough to hate the guy? I mean, it really doesn't take long in Minga's presence to develop a revulsion, but that does connect at least one of the girls at the Clam to him.
Now it's Madame Helga, Hoofers, The Immoral Society and Minga that connects the missing girls...
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
As far as I can see, Jake, something doesn’t smell too good! But that’s often the way with a minger! Best put a peg on your nose.
Christopher, every time I read Minga’s name I have to chuckle... all me puerile if you will! Thanks for another great batch of this story, which I’m liking on a number of different levels. Sorry for my silly comments, but I can’t resist.... and for me, it’s what makes Drablr so great! It’s a great breakfast serial for me!
Christopher 10 months ago
Thanks. I love the comments. I read them every morning like you read the story.