9, You say "Why you bring a gun in my house John?" I "For protection what else, nigga." You "I have a c***d I dont want him around that shit." I "Alri...ht, I'll put it in the car." As i walk to the front door, you casually say under your breath ".....nigger." I "What you say." You "Nothin' , just go put the gun in the car please daddy, dang?." I get back upstairs and we enjoy some nice baked chicken and watch the Catastrophic SUPERMAN Show on HBO, then I get another text but this time its from. A faint whiff of her scents had started to rise and already traveled to my nose.I looked around to see if anyone had seen her but everyone else seemed intently engaged in listening to the sermon. I hurriedly moved my hands and touched her wrist. She almost fell down as she sprung up from the shock of my touch and opened her eyes looking at me. I blinked my eyes and shook my head side to side with a kind expression on my face. Her cheeks turned red as she withdrew her hands, adjusted her skirt,. She also noticed they were below ground and not visible from the street.When the cop came to her window, she was pretty certain it was the same guy who had brought her out of the club and fucked her the week before, right here in this same garage. She blushed as he leaned down and addressed her.“License, please.”She handed him her license. “Do you need my insurance, officer?”“No, Amelia.” He replied, opening her door. “Step out of the car for me.”“OK. Is something wrong?” she asked as she got. I was reveling in that when Charlie put his arm around my shoulder and ... WOW ... I knew my life would never be the same again!The next thing I knew, Charlie and I were in an ancient dwelling of some kind! It was dimly lit, with only an open doorway and a small squarish hole for a window. We sat down on an earthen bench carved into the wall and Charlie looked at me. “Let’s share our stories. Look into my eyes and let’s bond our souls, okay?”I was wide-eyed, “sure, I’d like that...”I don’t have.