This is my first story ever written. Hope you like it The first time I saw him he was in jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Hes crazy curly black hair seemed...literally uncontrollable. He was a lot shorter than me, although he looked a lot older. I couldnt take my eyes off him. He was so handsome, yet so confined. I yelled out hello, and many people answered, but he was not one of them. My heart dropped a little but I continued staring, daydreaming about us. Who was he? After it came to my attention. ‘Jesus, kid. Did you get like this with your dad?’ It might have been the most genuinely innocent, clueless ‘What?’ I ever asked. There was a brief flash to Tyler’s expression, and the room went so silent you could probably hear a pin drop. I wasn’t an idiot, and my mind raced to try piece it together. ‘… You mean Dad killed someone?’ ‘He didn’t tell you? He told you everything, but left that out? Zack, you prick. You fucking prick.’ ‘Holy shit.’ ‘Yes, kid, he fucking shot someone dead while we. And I was in hurry. So I had booked one of the seats of double berth. So another seat was taken at right time by stranger guy. After some minutes he closed the window glass of our berth and now no one could see to us.The stranger: the guy who just had took seat just closer to me looking nice, with same height and well-build. And also has a beard face as same to me. We both were in a night track. He had worn a black track and I was in blue one.He had a blue t-shirt and I was in red one. In the. ..asbestos itself in unhealthy, but I'd use that...or something coated with platinum, maybe?”“Ah I see. So if I was to transport it how should that be done, exactly?” she purred to him as she her fingers between her legs then fully spread her pussy lips. “I wouldn't want the compound...to be driven on a...bumpy road. Teflon containers...” he says, as his eyes roll around. She nodded her head. “Good. Any other special precautions that are in order?” she asked somewhat firmly while she gently.