
Mike started following the buxom brunette back to her old Jeep Liberty when warning bells went off in his head. Something wasn’t right. His instincts saved him many times in his life. He looked around to see if he was walking into some sort of ambush. That was another instinct that saved him many times in Iraq and Afghanistan. Something just didn’t feel right to Mike Barnett. “You know, honey, on second thought, I don’t want to do this. I’m willing to pay you for your time. Just tell me how much you charge,” Mike said. “Ooooh, are you scared of little old me, honey? The only thing that might hurt you are these 42DDs. I promise not to knock you over the head with them. I can make this quick and very enjoyable. Come on, honey. I can tell you need this”, said the ultra sexy brunette. Mike hesitated. Those warning bells were still going off in his head. But, it wasn’t the head on his neck he was thinking with at that moment. She opened the rear passenger door for Mike as he looked nervously inside the car. Convinced she didn’t have somebody in there waiting to take him out, Mike got into the SUV. “What’s your name? Not that it matters. I’m just curious,” Mike said. As the brunette closed the door behind them, she reached for her purse, as she appeared to be looking for a condom. “My friends call me Linda. You can just call me Smith and Wesson,” said the brunette as she aimed a .357 at Mike. Shit….I should have just kept my ass in bed, Mike wearily thought.
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