We Had a Killer Time

Story Sent in by Anita:

Norman didn't mention what he did for a living on his profile, so when we hung out face to face at a cafe, I asked him.

"I'm an assassin," he said.

"Seriously. What do you do?" I asked.

"Seriously, I drop bodies," he replied, "Name someone."

I said, "I don't want you to assassinate anybody."

He shrugged and said, "All right. You probably couldn't afford me, anyway."

The conversation didn't go any further, although I stuck around for a bit out of politeness. At one point he said, "I could kill anyone in here and not leave a trace. You believe that?"

I said, "That's really great. You don't have to prove it on my account."

Like he hadn't heard me, he looked around at everybody. "I just have to stay on top of my game, know what I'm saying?"

I didn't, and I'm glad that we only went out that once.


  1. Not even Seal Team Six could slay Try's monster vadge...

  2. I woke up and found a glow stick in my vag the other morning. I guess it was only a matter of time before someone threw a rave in that cave. I'll make sure both ABCotD and Seal Team 6 are on the VIP/AccessAllAreas list for the next one.


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