"You're not related to Oscar Wilde are you?" he asked with a smile on his face.Confused by his question, "Excuse me, I... I don't follow you." It's ju...st my twisted sense of humour Paul... bad joke... Let me explain, Oscar Wilde wrote a fantasy novel called 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'..." I do remember, yes I do and Dorian Gray sold his soul to the devil," laughing quietly at Jack's humour allowed me to settle down."Well what did you want me to do for you," Jack asked."I wondered if you have. It is early February and 23 year old Justin Hammond is making his way down to Atlanta to play with the lowly Atlanta Hawks. He actually likes the Hawks so he is looking forward to it but he’s not thrilled that they want to sign him to just a ten day contract. There aren’t any guarantees with a ten day contract and for those who don’t know what that means, it means that a NBA squad can sign you for ten days. Not ten games, but ten calendar days. You might have one or two games during that span. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent up passion deep in parched throat, or in my now moist, and warm pussy.I almost sat and fucking rubbed one out right there at the bar. Damn. I had been so long since I’d heard anything of the sort/ sure, I read my romance novels and watched some porn, but it was all fake, and I knew it. This was real. This was happening.I sat and listened for a few more hours before she graciously. I,ll use fictitious names and if any reader has the name I used I apologise as it,s totally made up. The setting is 1880s southwestern USA in a fairly lawless cattle town where sudden death can happen at any time. On a fairly quiet evening a lone rider enters the small high street dressed in a long leather overcoat to counter the cool breeze carrying large tumble weeds in front of the large sorrel horse. Despite the gray Stetson hat pulled low the figure sports long golden tresses with hair.