The Case of the Masochistic Wrestlers
A Trudy Tolliver Story "Tolliver, get your ass in here!" I sighed. "Coming," I hollered right back. Mr. Peterson was a major pain in my aforementioned ass, but when he called, you didn't dally. I shut the door to his office, behind me. "You bellowed?" "Can the cutesy stuff, Tolliver," he said, talking around the chewed up stogie clutched between his teeth. "I have an assignment for you." "I can hardly wait." So far my assignments, if you could even call them that, had been...