A New Day, A New You part 3 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 3

... because he destroyed people that stood in his way. Sunday morning and I feel wonderful, granted I’m out running but I’m not trying to catch up I’m fighting to stay with Guy and the difference feels great. Desmond joins us on the run and for once I don’t come back inside and want to take a few to rest before we hit the gym. Desmond takes over a lot of my training working on my raw power and showing me how to fold people up like a notebook when you hit them. We work through lunch time and I decide to ask for something. “Guy I want in, I know you’ve been talking about a client and a new job but I want to help. I don’t know what it is you do really but if you’ll let me I want to fuck someone up,” I tell him as we’re heading up stairs. “Stuart I have to make sure we have a job first but if we do you will come with us and you will take an active role, agreed,” Guy says and I nod. One of the team, fight like a man, I need to see Candice because I need a woman sooner than later. Granted I have no way to contact her but I ask Kori and Rachael about it and they both tell me they’ll see what they can do. As the day winds on I learn that Guy will be leaving with Desmond and Wilma on business to see a client and while I want to be a part Guy assures me that my turn is coming soon and to keep working out till he gets back with something real for me to do. I turn in to my room that night and find a Smartphone sitting there waiting for me. I want to say about fucking time but I didn’t ...

... deserve shit yet, I earned it. Guy: Monday morning in Oregon So here I am in the middle of a housing development in Oregon sitting across the street from Mrs. Claire Montgomery’s duplex that she shares with her boys and some possible crack dealer next door. Now I’m not saying they actually deal crack but if I get asked for money one more time someone is going to the hospital. I don’t look too out of place in my old leather jacket and jeans with black t shirt, it feels good to wear them again as I watch a very curvy and soft black woman usher two teen or near teen boys into her car that mercifully starts before rushing down the road towards some appointment. I send a text to my people on my phone and in less than a minute Isaac has me inside and we’re taking note of the full décor. I should say lack of décor considering the mess in the living room, the kitchen isn’t much better and I take my time looking through some of the possibly stolen files about Mrs. Montgomery’s old business. I hand each one off to Isaac and Wilma who take pictures of each page quickly and as everyone starts to exit I see the dog, a cute little corgi puppy sitting on the couch staring at me funny. I send everyone away and tell them to post up for eyes on site as I find a leash and a plastic bag not holding some form of trash and take the dog outside to do his, sorry her business. I bring the little dog back in and sit down at the cluttered dining room table as Ben comes over the ear piece. “Sir the dog has ...