Wild Wives (PlanetMonk Pulps Book 7)

Originally Published: 1956

I lit a cigarette and tried my best to blow smoke rings. After several tries I blew a good one. While I watched it disintegrate, the door opened and a girl entered. She was young and she held a pistol in her hand. I left my feet on the desk and raised my arms in the air as high as I could reach.

“Stick ’em up!” the girl said, out of the corner of her mouth.

“They are up.” My voice came out higher than I’d ever heard it before. My body felt suddenly cold and damp. The girl came around to the side of my desk, shoved the pistol into my face and pulled the trigger …