I tried to cover up but they said '...to late for that we see the cum running from your bust open ass hole...' I looked at Daryl as I unwittingly took...another snort from the bottle of poppers. Daryl said '...these are some friends that I told about your problem. They said the would help us make some money this week and from now on if they like what you do. Fellows as you can see my bitch is a junkie for poppers...' '...You've gave me your fund fee all you have to do is keep him in poppers and. I was one of a small groupof experts employed by the US government to kill people that theydecided they would prefer not to be alive." You were no such thing!"Bob shrugged. "Told you so." You do not look anything like an assassin! You're a complete blank, anonentity, unremarkable in any way. Your picture should appear in thedictionary as the definition of 'average'!" In other words, the perfect assassin. None of us look or act like'James Bond', Doctor. An assassin wants to blend in, go. Between my heightened senses, my disbelief of what was taking place, and the unwanted excitement that coursed through me, I began to hyperventilate. My chest began to constrict painfully, my breath coming in strangled gasps."Shh," Hunter crooned, his hands both coming up to my chest, one gently rubbing my heaving ribs, the other stroking my neck calmingly. He held me back against him as though by sheer will, he could keep me from having the attack. "Relax, Todd. Don't let it win, come on,. M. two days later, he phoned me. Morgan had just eaten a takeaway, and asked if he could pop in for a visit with a few beers. Having eaten my own supper, I answered that it wouldn’t be a problem. He arrived ten minutes later dressed in his work clothes.After consuming a beer he asked if he could use my toilet. Upon closing the bathroom door I remembered that I had a stash of gay magazines in the loo. I had a WTF moment, figuring that our budding friendship might just have run just its course..