| STORY DESCRIPTION My mind reels! Kay and her father are asking me to betray, to sell out my idol. They are asking me not just to perform some mundane task, but to slay my own long held dream. I'm shocked to the very foundations of my soul! They see me as nothing more than a coyote with rabies type bounty hunter. I finally blurt out, "Could you repeat the dollar amount you mentioned earlier?" My ears have not deceived me. I realize that I'm going to sell out. I'm not going to sell out cheap, but I'm going to sell out. (Some of the things that I'll do for large sums of cold, hard cash continue to amaze even me.) Keywords related to this title - click on a keyword to find more, related stories Detective
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scoundrel Author information: I spent my early years in the part of Los Angeles known as the South Central. I was known as Whi' Boy, which was sufficient to identify me in that place. I'm a skilled kung-fu player, using a system that I learned from a Korean I knew only as 'Pak.' It would be easier to tell you the places that Pak wasn't wanted by the police, rather than the places where he was wanted by the police. Pak's kung-fu system, augmented by some bits and pieces from some Chinese practitioners is quick and effective, or I wouldn't be alive today. My early education was mostly obtained by stealing books from the public library [I always returned them and the Librarian even began to provide me with reading lists.] I did go to high schools, but I never really learned anything there. I eventually graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles, UCLA, with a degree in mathematics.
I write science fiction and erotica.
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