Same time next week

Dennis Monroe adjusts his tie in front of the mirror. His gun holster strapped around his shoulder, he puts on his jacket. Behind him, lying in the bed, is a beautiful naked woman. He smiles to her as he prepares to leave.

She smiles back. “Same time next week?” she asks as he heads for the door.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Same time next week

End of Days Malaghant Malaghant