A man came into my office, one day.
"You're Barefoot Jenny?"
He shook my hand. "Hi. My name is Tony Lawson. I'm the owner of the Bitter End Brewery."
"Oh, yes. Good beer."
"Thank you! I recently had to fire an employee—Paul McDermott. I caught him trying to steal company records. Before leaving, he promised that wouldn't be the last I'd see of him. I'd like to hire you to make sure he doesn't go through with this."
I nodded. "You know, this could just be an idle threat made at the spur of the moment."
"Yes, that's true. Still, I'd like you to patrol my brewery at night for a few days, just to make sure."
"OK. My rates are $100 a day, plus expenses."
"Sounds fine with me."
We discussed the details, then he left.
So, the next day, I went to the brewery at 6:00PM. He let me in, and left. (I took a long nap earlier that day, so I wouldn't fall asleep, there.
All was quiet until about midnight. Then, I heard the sound of someone using a key to enter the building. I hid behind a beer tank and watched.
A man entered. He turned on the lights and went to the office area. I creepped in back of him; I was barefoot, so I didn't make that much noise. He opened the cabinets and took some of the files out. Then he turned around and saw me—with my gun drawn!
"All right, drop the papers!," I said.
He did this. "Who are you?"
"I'm a detective hired by Mr Lawson. I assume you're Paul McDermott."
"Yeah." Then he looked at me. "A female detective—and barefooted, too!"
"It's quieter that way, like a cat."
Suddenly, he lunged at me, causing me to drop my gun! I grabbed him, and we began wrestling and fighting. After a few minutes, I was able to subdue him and get the gun.
"All right, come with me!," I said.
But he didn't. Instead, he ran to one of the tanks. Then he climbed over it, and got into the beer!
"I dare you to come after me!," he said.
"All right, I will!"
And I did! The beer came up to our shirts.
He smiled and splashed beer at me. I merely splashed beer back at him!
Once again, he lunged for my gun, but this time I was prepared; I shot at him! It missed him by a few inches.
"Next time I shoot, it'll be closer! Give up?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
We got out of the tank. I led him to the office and called Mr Laswson, who in turn called the cops.
"I'll bet you don't often bath in beer with your clothes on!," joked Mr Lawson. He was in my office, the next day.
I laughed. "That was a first!
"Oh, here you go."
He gave me $120 in cash.
"The extra is for your dry cleaning bill."
"Thanks, but that wasn't necessary."
"Oh, and I have a gift for you."
He gave me a large wrapped box; it was a pack of 24 beers!
I smiled. "You're gonna turn me into an alcoholic!"
"I hope so! Oh, and your beer bath gave me the idea for a special brew."
"I will have a group of girls swim in my beer, then bottle it. I shall call it 'Girl Beer!'"
"Interesting idea. But how about a 'Boy Beer' for us ladies?
"Perhaps I will!"
We both laughed.