”She had me at that point.“I don’t see you as the flirting kind,” I replied.“I can be very flirtatious when I want to be,” she shot back, ...roffering a very pronounced wink, and hand-waving her shoulder-length black hair over her shoulder.“I can see that,” I answered. “But flirting can be dangerous.”“Not for me,” she said, “I am very selective and only flirt with those I think might be receptive to my flirting.”She handed me the bag with the chicken wings, and instead of letting go, she held on. I was a total party slut until it allwent black.I awoke on a sofa in a dark room. My head hurt, I had to pee and itseemed like I was sore all over. I had no idea where I was but the roomwas very clean and well furnished from what I could see from the light inan adjacent hall. As I looked for a bathroom and moved about theapartment, I felt pain coming from several areas of my body. My lowerback itched as well as my chest and when I went to scratch, it hurt likehell. My face also hurt as well as. I waited and finally the gas station door opened and a man approached the car. He was black, not surprising considering the turn of events in the last week. He was tall, I’d say about 6 foot 5 and old, maybe in his mid sixties. I knew that I should have just bolted but I was lost in thought. “Whatz ya flava?” the old man said. “Fill ‘er up, regular,” I replied. “Yes ‘em” he said and placed the gas nozzle in its spot. He moved around to my side and began washing the window and it was then that. I turned on the TV around noon and watched a bit of local news before confirming myevening "appointments". I saw a story about a local gang shooting andwasn't really paying attention. They said that three people were deadincluding 2 gang members and they flashed the pictures on the screen. Iwas stunned. It was Jamal.I sat for a moment and thought. I had been making my own financialarrangement now for most of the last 6 months. I had held out on him fora total of about $15,000. I thought, if.