What Goes Around, Comes Around
A Detective Chronicles Story By Mad Max - Photo By The KidnapHer

Jill Valdisar thought she had it made.

She was the 'cumare' of the biggest mafia don in the city, Tommy Baritone. All the clothes,
jewelry, fine dining and drugs a party girl could dream of, at her fingertips. But she tried too
hard to get him to dump his wife, and on the advice of his shrink the mobster had broken up with her.

What was worse--- he had quickly replaced her with some silicone sister named Suzette,
and Jill burned with envy of her successor. If only she could find a way to get rid of her rival,
she could get Tommy (and her high-flying lifestyle) back for good!

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She considered and rejected a dozen schemes with Petey Cashews, one of the Baritone
crew who had always had the hots for Jill and showed it in a dozen ways.
She knew she could get Petey to go along with anything--- but what?

Then the TV, set to the cartoon channel, gave them the answer; Rocky and Bullwinkle
had been on, and it was time for Dudley Do Rite. Jill's eyes got huge as she watched the
little intro of Snidely Whiplash tying Nell to the train tracks. It was a classic!

That's how it came to pass that Suzette was lying on the tracks of one of the commuter lines
to the city. Jill had to admit Suzette's chest was impressive, wrapped with rope as the blue
belly shirt showed off her belly button. Jill lay down next to her rival and waited for the
"roofie" to wear off. Petey had promised that Suzette would be very much
awake by the time the 5:15 came along.

Sure enough, the confused mob girlfriend blinked her eyes open, trying to take in what
had happened to her since she took that drink from one of Tommy's henchmen. The
sensations crowded her consciousness.... the summer sun in her eyes, the tight ropes
encircling her body and fastening her neck to the hard track her head was on,
 the eerie silence of the deserted stretch of track.

And the wicked laughter of that tramp Jill, the one Tommy had dumped.

"Wakey wakey, bitch" Jill had sneered. "In about half an hour, the train will be headed
along this track--- and when it's done it's job, I'll be back on the arms of Tommy!"

Suzette struggled wildly, straining against the tight ties. But if she tried too hard, her neck
rope choked her--- she would just have to find a way to escape while lying still. She tried to scream,
but she was too well gagged. Was there any hope for the trussed up beauty?

Suzette felt the familiar vibration of her phone in her pocket... someone was trying to call her...

To Be Continued . . . . . .