Set it Off
Copyright © 2016 by Penny Tawret
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Leslie “Isa” Thompson
I lay quietly in the soothing, warm comfort of my bed; enjoying the ever more toasty essence of my dear Compadre, Emma Vardaman’s loving embrace as she lay tranquilly still with one two by four of a lupine arm caressing my own smaller, but slightly paunchy form as we both began to drift off into the enlightening and rejuvenating waters of sleep. I was just barely now beginning to become completely submerged when, “Les! Les!! Come on, girl. We gotta get up and roll! Now!” “Goddamn it, Nikki.” I answered with an exasperated groan, as Emma and I both sluggishly lumbered to our feet. “Let me guess, we ran out of both cans of sardines and salmon once again; in only the span of less than a week?” “Well, now that you mention it,” The ocelot quietly admitted in her usual ditzy way. “Yeah, I kinda let myself fall off the wagon a bit, but that’s way besides the point. The rest of you and Emmy’s Hysterical buddies along with the Black Panthers, are getting ready to hit up one of our precincts over on Fifth Avenue. We need to haul our asses over there rapido if we wanna make it in time for a quick getaway.” “Sounds like a definite plan to me.” Emma agreed, stuffing her toes quickly into her sandals and sliding on her signature black alligator skin vest. She placed a hand over her growling stomach. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have any more of those combo things on you right about now, would you?”