“There’s someone out there.” I turned and ran from the area. I kept running until I was out of the building. I jumped in my car and sped off. I thought I saw someone come out of the building as I left. I hoped they could not identify my car, then I realized I was in deep shit anyhow. All they had to do was look around a bit. My computer was still on, and my suit coat was hanging in my cube. If they were smart enough to steal that kind of money, and ruthless enough to kill an executive who found them out, they would figure out who overheard them and they’d track me down and kill me too. I was shaking as I drove. I went to my place, just long enough to change into something casual and grab my laptop and as much cash as I could. I decided to leave the car there, went outside and was waiting for a bus when I saw a Mercedes pull all up next to my car. I could recognize two of the execs whose voices I’d heard. I made myself as small as possible and watched them put something on my car, then walk toward my apartment. About that time, the bus pulled up and I quickly got on it and rode away. I sat on the bus asking myself where in hell I could go to hide from these people. Clearly they were resourceful and would not hesitate to kill me, as well. I didn’t have any relatives in the area, not that it would help. They would check relatives before anything else. I had a few friends, but they’d check those quickly too. I remembered that one of my college friends had moved to town recently. I had dated Alexis for a while, but it hadn’t really worked out for either of us. We had separated on good terms and had remained friends, though we hadn’t had much contact in a while. When she moved to town, we had talked about getting hot together, but never gotten around to it. I changed buses a couple of times and got several blocks from where Alexis lived, walking the last indian part. I looked at mailboxes to figure out which place was hers, and knocked on the door. She opened the door and looked quite startled to see me, which I guess should be no surprise. Alexis, or Lexi, is 24 and about my height, but with a pretty face and a nice body. She has b-cup boobs, but with no droop, and nice feel to them and sweet nipples. “Michael, what are you doing here?” “Lexi, I hate to do this to you, but I really need help.” She stepped aside, opened sexy the door wider and let me in. She had a small one bedroom place. It wasn’t lavish, but not low rent either. She had already put a little work into decorating it and it clearly was a woman’s place, decorated rather feminine. She waved me over to a sofa, and I sat down. “Would you like something to drink?” “Sure. Anything is fine, but alcohol would be wonderful.” She poured two fun glasses of white sex wine, Chardonnay. I am usually more of a beer drinker, but could hardly refuse. “So, what kind of trouble are you in?” Friday’s I work half day, did not know that sexy Kyle also had a half-day of school. “Your precious little Kelsey is fun nothing but a filthy anal whore.” Josie wrapped her hands around my cock, “We both like it there, but she’s an addict.” Kelsey’s lips stretched from her face as Josie whispered in my ear, “What kind of a woman prefers to get fucked from where she shits? We don’t even buy girl meat at the store and eat it at home, right? “A boy to be a patsy,” said Rita. "You did?" asked Jami. “Would you like this apartment or one on a different floor?” Jessie asked. The blade fell from my hand and onto the floor. I just grinned back and reached for the glass without moving my body. “You can figure it out.” I gazed out at the cheerleaders, their moans echoing through my office. I think it's best for both of us if you just give me your insurance info and leave, alright?" write a book or something.” Oh God, Nicole! your cunt is expanding to take it.. It was at this point that I realized I had left my duffle bag downstairs, in the kitchen. But sex that wasn't why I was in here. all “Oh, well, the way you live with our son,” Mom said, “you can call us by our first names. I whined incoherently, looking from mom back up to the top of the stairs back to mom again, before pointing at the stairs and telling mom, “I think I wanna stay out of this.” Mom gave me a sympathetic nod as I could out of that situation as fast as I fucking could. “Not a huge hot of it indian but I do like being restrained...where that tie of yours?” “I am going to fill your ass with come, you like that idea?