Created the world ofClinton Crayle. He asked me to write a story in a Raymond Chandler hard-bitten detective style, and this is it. So enjoy. And i... you want toread another story by C.C. (one of his best), take a look at "TheCircus". She-Devil posted it; she just forgot to mention that she didn'twrite it - C.C. did. TOXIS.] SPELLBOUND PART 1 by TOXISMy name is. They all lived together in the house Mark's father had left him, but life is not free, so they cased neighborhoods and ripped off homes to pay their bills.Once in awhile, they made a big score and took time off, but the pickings had been pretty lean lately, making their mission critical to their survival. The house they had been casing was supposed to be a good one, lots of easily fenced stuff, some good money, theirs for the taking and they were good at taking. They only took the stuff not. Just another young reporter trying to make a name for herself. Frank sighed. Ever since the existence of the club had become common knowledge he had been besieged by the fuckers. They had tried everything to get inside and had even rented the building opposite to see who went in and out. First the local rag, and then the nationals.“Sue have Jermaine search her. If he finds any cameras, wires notepads etc, have him throw her into the street. And I mean throw.”Jermaine was one of the bouncers, or. She opened the drawer and took something out, he couldn't see what. She walked over to him. This time she did not sit behind him, but kneeled on the carpet next to him. His eyes widened. Seemed an unusual thing to do. Then he saw her eyes gaze towards his ever growing erection."Sorry," he said. "Its speaking of my desires and needs, I can't help what turns me on." I don't want you to help it. I want you to embrace it."Then he saw what she had brought out the drawer. It was an expensive looking.