Something drew me to her. I had to see where this was going. We got into the apartment and she threw her stuff on a beautiful hardwood table near the ...oor. Luxury was written all over the room. My place was such a dump compared to this. I was glad we had come here. “what’s your name?” the question startled me. I realized I hadn’t said it before. “Nikky” I left me mouth open on the final vowel so she could see my tongue and the little drop of spit I had put on it. She stared into my eyes with. I carefully walked over to the room mirror andlooked at my reflection.I was shocked and stunned!! The person staring back at me wasn't me atall, but some dark hair fetish raven. The more I stared at myself, themore I could feel my cock stiffen. I looked away from the mirror andfetched my phone to take a photo to send, showing that I had completedthe task. I went back to the photo and posed, and took several photos. Isent one off, and awaited the reply. The time was 9.20pm. I startedwalking. I wouldn't be surprised that they have fallen on hard times. When your practices kill people, sooner or later, you kill someone you need for long-term survival. The real question is what are they still doing. Questioning them about what is going on there will be worthwhile. You have to look at inconsistencies in stories. Most people can't tell a lie very well because they get mixed up. I don't want to have to fight if we can avoid it."We finished eating and went to see our guests. I had been up. I looked over at the phone answering machine and took note of the light as it blinked that I had a message. Casually, since I had little fear of anyone who knew my number I pushed the button and listened to Uncle Charles as he made his apologies and threats. The message was simple really, he said “Barney, you bastard, when I came too my balls had shriveled up and I was black and blue from navel to mid thigh. You really need to pay for the necessary surgery to make things right…call me.