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The Gillingly JobAUTHOR’S NOTE: The character of David who appears herein is not a reference to the author in any fashion, but rather is the name of the individual who requested the story.“I’d like to withdraw five pounds from my checking account, please.”“Certainly, sir,” Konnie replied, completely professionally. She was a long way from her native Hawaii, working in a small branch of the North Sea Bank in the resort town of Lower Greater Gillingly-by-the Sea in England. Her hair was long and dark; she wore her work uniform of a white blouse, black skirt, and a loosely tied neckerchief in the bank’s colors of orange, green, and purple.She tapped her computer keyboard to process the transaction, giving David a few precious seconds to chat with her. It was over all too quickly, however. Konnie slid the five-pound note across to him and David reluctantly turned away.Curiously enough, however, he did not leave the bank, but
Jungle DistressAUTHOR’S NOTE: The character of David who appears herein is not a reference to the author in any fashion, but rather is the name of the individual who requested the story.“You concern yourselves needlessly, my dear ladies.” Professor Xanthus Kirkland waved his broad-brimmed hat, lazily fanning himself against the humidity and heat. “They cannot understand us, and even if they could, the natives are entirely too in awe of the mighty hindelgontarbel, the people-fall-stars as they call us, to dare think of defiance. However, our speech is merely an incomprehensible jabberwocky to their tiny minds.”“I still don’t like the way you talk about them,” said Louise. “Or the tone you use to them.”“You don’t think much of them,” Naomi added.“On the contrary, I find them simply fascinating,” the Professor replied. “Well, not them as such, but their la
Pyramid SchemeAUTHOR’S NOTE: The character of David who appears herein is not a reference to the author in any fashion, but rather is the name of the individual who requested the story.………………..Deep in the jungles of British Honduras, circa 1907….“Careful where you step, Miss Pince-nez.”Padget stifled the angry retort that sprang to her lips, instead squeaking out a girlish giggle. “That’s Miss Pounceby,” she corrected, “as I believe you know perfectly well, Sir Philip. However, we are on too familiar terms for such formality. Please, call me Padget.”Sir Philip jabbed the undergrowth with his machete. “I was merely warning you of the deadly boa constrictor lying in wait for you, Padget. However, I have frightened the brute away.”“I’m ever so glad!” Padget pretended to shudder. “It’s quite a relief to kno