Ginger for Hire
By R.W. Clinger
“Department of Revenge. Matthew speaking. How may I help you?” Pause. But not too long. The guy sounded sweet but aggressive. Maybe he was everything I needed for my current problem.
I swallowed dry air, nervous. “Is this the Erie branch?” My voice cracked and I sounded as if I were twelve, edging through puberty, boner-hard all the time, although I was twenty-nine and somewhat experienced about life.
“I suppose. It’s closer to Templeton than Erie. We’re not in Pittsburgh, though. Can I help you?”
“I…I…” I’ve never stuttered before. Why now? What had gotten into me?
“You don’t have to be nervous. The DOR is here to help you. Everything is confidential. I can assure you the line isn’t being tapped, neither are China and Russia listening. Now, tell me yo
