Sledge Hammer-Private Dick-The Cold Case

The battered old desk, all its joints loosened and weakened by the countless times it had been abused while being used as a launching pad for one of Sledge and Rita's frequent fuck-fests, was creaking and groaning like this was finally the one. The big one, the one that was going to put it out of its misery and send it crashing to the floor. . .