The Assassin’s Game - Sex Stories

The Assassin’s Game

... After a long while they approached a large structure silhouetted against the moonlight. Mason knew it was Fort Pulaski, an old pre-Civil War brick fort. Knowing it was just a few minutes drive out of town by car, he asked the older man, “How long to Kings Bay on this pokey thing?” “This boat ain’t for open water, so we have to stay to the inside of the barrier islands. So about three hours, maybe more as slow as this thing is.” “I wish I had something to drink,” Mason said. Just then he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He tried to spin around but his body went limp. He was paralyzed. The last thing he saw was the older man with an ice pick in his hand. Mason thought, ’Why me? Why –?’ “Where are we stashin’ the body?” the younger man asked. “I’ll show ya,” the older man replied, “got a perfect swamp teamin’ with hungry gators.” “Why do ya think they took this guy out?” “Ya don’t wanna know,” the older man stated, “knowin’ too much is why most likely. Ya never wanna know too much.” ****************** The large white van was traveling west on Veterans Parkway when the driver’s cell phone rang. “Yeah.” “Get rid of the motorcycle,” a voice on the phone said. “Already on it, going to Ogeechee Recycling right now and have this baby crushed.”