Tag to Starsky’s Lady
Author’s Note: Thanks to MatSir for the suggestions.
A few hours after partaking of Huggy’s “patented” hangover cure, Starsky and I were finally out of the grunting and stumbling stage and began putting the Monopoly game back in its box.
Knowing it would never be a good time to ask this particular question, I did so anyway. “So, Starsk, did you ever ask Terry to marry you?”
He stopped separating the money into piles. “Yeah, I did, right before she was discharged.” He returned to his task, never once looking at me.
“You wanna talk about it, buddy?”
He finally looked at me, shot me his apologetic smile. “Yeah, I do. Sorry I never told you before. Guess I was still kinda… shocked.” Continue reading “December 8th: The Answer by M H E Priest”






