Looking at my watch I noticed it was 7:20, Dominican's are always late. I sat on the bench at the train station twenty minutes longer than I should have. Money in my back pocket, a knife in my front left pocket. Wearing my worst pair of dirty, torn up shoes and a mismatched sweatsuit I must have looked like a bum waiting on a miracle.

A car pulled up deading the lights as it parked between two other cars as to not look suspicious. It was a black Chrysler 300. Everything was stock but the 205% tints that were on the windows. My phone was on vibrate, and began wiggling around in its' holster. When I pulled it out, the phone number read: Restricted. I slid the phone open to reveal the deep, calm collective voice on the other end, "Get in the back left seat."

As I walk over to the car the back left door opened allowing me to get in smoothly. There were two men in the car. One in the drivers seat, and the other in the back with me. The car smelt of "New Car Scent." Man number one must have just been the driver, and Man Two was the guy I needed to handle my business. I slid Man Two the sheet of paper with the information he requested as well as the 7 Grand. "I'll have everything taken care of", he said.

I got back out the car. The driver pulled away as I went under the passageway to the other side of the train tracks. "Blip-Blip," as I pressed the door unlock button on my key ring. I reached for the handle on my Ford Fusion, opening the door and putting the key in the ignition.

Michelle was still where I left her; sitting in the front. She didn't ask me anything until we were a block away from the train station. "What did they say?" she asked. "He told me he'd have everything taken care of." I knew she could feel the tension in my vocal cords. She rubbed my neck and shoulders as we were driving back to her place. Even though she lived only 5 minutes from my apartment, this train station was forty minutes away. The Dominican told me to meet here so no one would see us together.

We pulled up to her house, in her calm suburban neighborhood. She kissed my lips before we got out of the car. I got out first, walking around the car to grab her coat and open the door for her. I told you I was a gentleman. She held close to me as we walked up the brownstones to her front door, I was kissing her as she was trying to open it. When we entered the door we barely made it up the steps, she was pulling my shirt off - kissing my neck. I unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her firm, in shape chest.

Still on the stairs stripping each other from everything except lingerie, she touched every part of my body.... stair by stair. Alas getting to the top of the staircase we entered her room and I threw her on the bed. Forplay first of course, then working into..........

[To Be Continued? Leave a comment... And your name, where is this going?]