As Jeremy was about to light a smoke when he heard a loud slap and the words ‘shut up you stupid fat whore, I’m going to give you the fucking you ...eserve for what you did to me!’ yelled from the guy. Jeremy suddenly realised this may not be what he thought as he turned he saw the bloke push the girl against the walk, he heard the whack of her head hitting the brick and then she went motionless. Jeremy threw the smoke to the ground and started to run down the lane as the guy was about to stack. “Don’t worry. I just want to savour this moment, having you here on my bed; your body, your smell. That finger slid down my chin, over each breast, each nipple, and her eyes followed its journey. When it reached my cunt, she looked up into my eyes and watched me as she entered me, slowly this time as if her finger was finding its way somewhere it had never been before. It made me arch my back and half close my eyes. That seemed to act as a catalyst because she went down on me then, two fingers. One man and a briefcase full of methyltrinitrobenzene. Toss in a timer to boot, and BAM, one less mom and pop diner to give my boss grief. Actually the only real reason we use two is cause of the buddy system. One man does the job. The other is there to keep him calm. Be a decoy if necessary. To do what it takes to make sure that the first gets the job done. That’s my job. I’m man number two. My partner, Glen, he’s man number one. He does the job. I’m just along for the ride. Five years my. ‘Well, you do know who Jenny Gee is don’t you?’ ‘Gee, as in God or Gee, as in, gee-whiz, I’m an idiot?’ The captain chuckled, ‘Yep, that’s the one. Well, seems a certain audition tape, well, private video audition tape made it off her manager’s computer and onto the internet. Also seems that Miss Gee-Whiz may have been coerced into trading a few very biblical favors for her ride to the top over the past year. Glad recipient, direct from, or maybe it’s, direct to, the mouth of Jenny Gee. I get.