I figured, by now the wet stain is approaching my socks. Warmly she smiled and said, “I’m glad you’re here today. I need a big favor from you.�...� My immediate thoughts were that she needed something fixed around the house. Flo moved from behind the table. She sat adjacent to me and put her hand on top of mine. “Can you keep a secret?” she asked me. “If anyone ever knew what I want from you, they wouldn’t understand. I would look like a fool.” “You’re not a fool Aunt Flo, what do you want me. Summer had just started, and I was a twenty-two year old African Amercian male who had recently graduated college with a degree in writing. I knew I had wanted to be a writer from an early age, but finding work related to my desired profession was proving difficult. I decided to move back in with my parents because I wasn't sure I was ready to start writing professionally just yet. I had no idea that summer would change my life the way it did. "Honey, I'm home! Aj, you here? I have something to. Subconsciously she found herself dancing towards the most hazy, crowded part of the dance floor. Trying to will herself into forgetting his order, she started thinking about the naked photo he would send. She could just imagine his firm body, his high cheekbones and veiny, large appendage. Her clit was throbbing, and she couldn’t wait to leave the club to go home and masturbate to his image. That was her prize, and God, she couldn’t wait to have it. A man came up behind her and started dancing. "Good Morning Ms Ayers," Royce said. "I suppose that is Jane with you?" It is and as of this minute she is your responsibility keep her alive until she identifies a killer." I said."Word is that the killer is an undercover gone wrong," he said."I don't know that, but Jane says his name is Ansel. Max Hammond said he was a cop. That's all I know." I replied."You have kept her alive past the point where killing her will prevent an ID. Now it is just keeping her alive long enough to testify. That.