Contract Hit Man 5 - Sex Stories

Contract Hit Man 5

... would not be difficult to break the alarm and lock system. Hoping to be lucky, I called Elizabeth’s number again. A female answered, “Hello, who’s speaking please.” “Is this Elizabeth?” I asked. “Who am I speaking too?” she asked angrily. “Elizabeth, this is Dale Bradford, you gave me your number.” “Wait a minute I’ll get my mom.” Damn, I hope that doesn't mess up our getting together. “Hello, Dale I was wondering if you’d call?” “I've been busy, but I've got some free time over the next few days if you want to get together?” “I can’t think of anything better.” “I’m glad to hear that. Did your daughter answering the phone cause a possible problem?” “No, my daughter knows about my gentlemen friends, and I know about her boyfriends.” “Good, is there a time and place where we can meet?” “Yes, take down this address: 950 North Michigan Avenue, One Magnificent Mile, Condo 1525, and call #1525 to have the door opened. I’m going shopping in the morning and will arrive at the condo about one. Is that okay with you?” she asked breathlessly. “I’ll be there a little after one. Thanks for the card, bye,” I got out my laptop and looked for jewelry stores in Scottsdale, and spent the day checking out the better ones. By dinner time, I’d selected Milan Jewelry on Cicero Avenue. I identified the alarm system and the locking mechanisms. Drawing a sketch map of the store I finished for the evening. I seriously considered spending the night with Ayana, but decided I better save himself for ...

... Elizabeth. Instead of going to bed early, I got on the internet and looked up the Facebook pages of Gloria Rossi and Gabriella Romono. Gabriella was on the site almost every day. I spent lots of time searching her page. After 30 minutes, I discovered Gabriella, every Friday, had a hair appointment. I also found what kind of car she drove. With these two pieces of information, I decided on being at the beauty parlor on Friday, and check to see if her car windows were VIN marked. With a smile on my face, I went to sleep thinking about Gabriella’s car and Elizabeth Marino’s body. * * * I slept in, took a bath, used a fruity smelling deodorant, dressed to impress, got a haircut, and had a light lunch before taking a cab to the 800 block of North Michigan Avenue. I was early and got off where I did just in case someone looked for a cab going to 950 North Michigan Avenue. Walking, I arrived at the condo at one fifteen. I tapped in the code #1525; a buzzer rang, and I entered the building, and walked to the elevators as though I lived there. I rang the bell to 1525 twenty minutes after one. “Dale I’m so pleased to see you. I wasn't sure you were coming because you’re a little late.” She opened the door an allowed me to enter. She was wearing black slacks and a white blouse. “You’re as beautiful as I remember.” I handed her my coat. “Thank you. You've lost most of your tan.” “It’s been over two weeks since I got back from my vacation.” “Would you care for a drink?” She asked. “Only if ...