Take us to li'l homie's house instead. My girl is his cousin. She's gone meet me there." Alright, sir," replied the Pakistani man."Go ahead and hit up...your connect. I'll pay for it," Vic said."How much?" Tell him two blunts. And have them rolled. Loud." Bet. That'll probably be twenty." Cool. Tell him you got thirty." Okay."DeCarlos texted his hook-up. The weed man wrote back that he could swing by in fifteen minutes. DeCarlos let him know that was cool because they were about four miles from. I now was 30 years old, still in good shape, looked younger than my age was, people said I still looked 23. I remembered Alison… the prostitute that I fucked. I still had her number. I called her and asked her if she trusts me, she asked why? I said I live in Miami Florida now (I had moved) and can’t go into details but I could fly her in and pick her up at the airport… She said, wtf, why would I do that? I said I don’t want to go into detail but I have a surprise for you. I now had so much. "Story? What story?" I asked."You know," she said. "About how I came upon my little formulaand how I've used it to create this bar . . ." Oh yeah" I said. "I remember." Well . . ." she said. "Let me continue . . . About a year ago, oneof the girls boyfriends beat her up pretty badly. She wouldn't turnhim in to the police. I was furious about the whole thing. After acouple of days, I had an idea. If she wasn't going to do anything tohim, I sure as hell was. So I decided to see what would. "You'll be fine; no one can see you." I wanted to see what she meant by stripping off and how far she would go and I didn't really care if the whole neighbourhood was looking over the back fence! I couldn't help grinning as she pulled off her jeans and sat back in her bra and panties. I sat there looking her up and down and admiring her lovely curvy body wrapped only in her pretty, skimpy underwear, when to my utter astonishment, she reached behind her back and flicked off her bra letting her.