His top hat gave him an air of elegance, despite his attire. He noticed her noticing, took it off and sat it on the wet ground beside them. His short,...dark hair was damp and pressed against his head. He smiled, leaned forward and stroked Ellen’s cheek. Her heart leapt in her chest as he raised an eyebrow, as though asking permission, before he leaned forward and kissed, first her forehead, each cheek and then he moved towards her mouth. Ellen inhaled, wide-eyed as his lips got closer. As his. ..and I didn't know what to do. My friend showed me how to do it and I quickly found that I loved doing it! I love knowing that the cock in my mouth is growing harder and bigger because of me, that it is shooting its stuff into my mouth because I made it do it! Besides, I make really good money at it! Tonight I got $1200!" Good god, sis!" I shouted in amazement."Look big brother, how about we take this conversation off of the street?" I told her to follow me and we were at my house in ten. He was coloured, probably Caribbean. This part of London had its share, especially on carnival day.When he went to get a refill at the bar, I went too. I'd timed it that way, pacing my drink with his. I stood next to him waiting my turn, listening to the rich inflection in his voice when he spoke to the barmaid, the only female in the joint, apart from Frank's missus.We didn't speak, but eyed each other's reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He had on a white shirt with the cuffs turned. And true to form, the thugs on the floor were just like the others you've had to deal with. Any thoughts of an easy paycheck went out of the window at the first sign of anything more than mildly inconvenient pain, and a broken nose/busted jaw more than qualified in their minds for the “fuck this, I'm out” clause that always came up when the pissy little Pressman ass-stain tried throwing other people at his problems. Namely, you.This time though, a knife to your side provides a very painful.