As I drove I slowly stroked my cock and teased the pre-cum at the tip, derived from a mixture of nerves, anxiety, and sexual desire. When I arrived at... the next location it was not as secluded as the first, but private enough. If anything it gave me hope that someone might actually turn up. Maybe the first location was too secluded. Female, male, couples, it didn't bother me, but I secretly was hoping for my first guy.Stroking, teasing, and waiting, but no one came by. I drove from one location. I was sitting in the library one afternoon idly thumbing the pages of a book on American history when Angela walked in to both the library and my life.The only word that comes to mind to describe her was “stunning.” She was statues at somewhere around five eight or nine with an hourglass figure. Her amber green eyes sparked, her jet-black hair shinned and her soft pink lips seemed wet. And her breast were, oh well, you get the idea. I was not into girls at all, but I was mesmerized by her. .." my voice starts trailing off as my body almost immediately starts filling with hundreds of pounds of lead. Or, at least, that's how it feels. But this time, I also feel drowsy. My eyes get heavy, and your palm rests on my thigh as you tell me to get some rest, that it'll all be over soon....====================I wake up and it's pitch black in the room save for a tiny bit of a glow from the moon outside. I try to sit up but you enter the room right at that moment and turn on a small lamp,. Like Hannah Foster and Millie, it was inevitable. I fucking love redheads. Love them. I needed to find one, just one, who would love me back. I don’t know what the collective noun is for contract killers. Maybe the term hasn’t been needed before. Probably not ‘a laughter’, although I wanted nothing more than to hear Maddie laugh. Neither of us was laughing. The night was dark and threatening. Filled with smoke and dancing shadows from the lights of the emergency vehicles. It was destructive and.