’ Vonne began, ‘Mr. Emerly asked me to call and arrange another appointment for your interview on Wednesday.’ I wasn’t surprised when I picked... up the phone and found Vonne on the other end. My good sense told me that I shouldn’t go back … come into my parlor said the spider to the fly … but my curiosity overruled. ‘Well, let me check my day planner …’, I replied with a bit of a guilty conscience since I had Fed-Ex’d the floppy disc containing my article just this morning, ‘I see that I’m free. . My friend Jason's car wouldn't start, so he couldn't drive home, and NO ONE had ANY jumper cables!He tried calling his mom, but no one was picking up, and the Black guy that had been trying to fuck him Otis, was in the right place at the right time.See Jason is like me, and like most white people, were kinda scared of black people. And, we are very socially submissive, so when Otis insisted that he drive him home, Jason just agreed, despite knowing, that SOMETHING had to be up!I was always. So I was away for a couple of days, travelling on business, staying at a hotel. Whilst I always hope to meet a lovely woman for some company, the reality is this is never as easy as one's fantasies would suggest. You look at the services card they place on the desk area offering various services. They never seem to have what everyone wants surely; they offer breakfast, faxing, printing, dinner, room service, but never a massage or blowjob let alone a fuck. I still look in the pointless hope. Smiling Hartwell knew that their scanners were having a real hard time detecting him with the micro-shield. Watching the Duke's men advance he fired off several shots taking out another five. Damn it! Just how many were left? A moment later he heard several of his pursuers as they started to shout. Looking around the corner he saw that almost all of the men were hi-tailing it out of there. What was going on? That's when Hartwell heard the screaming descending sound filling the air. Looking up.