''Oh, ha ha ha...'' Every word she spoke was strangely arousing, her voice was naturally dry and seductive. Her boobs, bobbing and jumping as she chuckled. If my dick had a voice he'd say 'come on Gill get me in, GET IT IN!'
' You are quite hilarious Mister..?'
'Stanbury. Detective Gilbert Stanbury, my lady.' I lifed a dainty hand and kissed it passionately. 'And you are?'
' Ma names...Trixie. Trixie Roze, I was a co star along side ma darling Seraphina. Oh how long till they take her body down sir?'
'Well ah Ms Roze, I don't know..however for the time being, I'll escort you outside and ask you some questions regarding her murder...'
'Murder! Detective, I was under the impression she hanged herself!'
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All That Jazz
General FictionAmerica 1940- Detective Gilbert Stanbury is an alcoholic detective with a wicked sense of sarcasm and stubbornness He's been put the ''Evander'' case, where Jazz singer Seraphina Evander has been murdered. Who killed her and Why? Is it the Producer...
