The Case of the Curious Clitoris
1 “I’m not hard-boiled, I’m just hard,” I said, adjusting my trousers. It was another one of those days in the naked city. “A hard man is good to find,” Carlotta said, adjusting her cleavage. In her case décolleté was a misnomer. Disrobed was more appropriate. “And I suspect that only a hard man can solve my problem.” My name is Lance. I’m a private dick. A gumshoe. A flatfoot. I’ve been trained to delve, dig, and dive to the heart of a mystery. I was soon to learn that mysterious was a word...