A New Day, A New You part 9 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 9

... with a cold resolve. “Are you going to kill them,” James asks. I laugh, Wilma laughs, my new friend on the other hand doesn’t. He sits in uncomfortable awkward quiet while Wilma and I laugh. When we finally calm down from our laugh I figure he deserves an answer. “Only if I’m feeling charitable. Otherwise they will have to live with what is done,” I inform James who looks at me scared. I have Wilma untie James and I help him up before walking him into another area where his clothing and new phone is. I see him looking at it funny considering it’s a major upgrade from his last device. “So we’re going to have you taken back to your car, you will go home and sleep and in a day or so I will call you and until them I want you next to Leo the entire time,” I explain and he has to ask. “Okay but what am I waiting for,” James had to ask. “For me to call, I have a plan. You don’t need to know the plan because your part in it is small yet vital. When it’s all over you will be put into contact with people who will take care of you both in business and finance,” I tell him and he nods. I have Ben take him back to his car and as I’m standing in the basement quietly I think of my next few moves. A push here, a bait there, a switch there but I have one nagging thing that comes back into my head. “Wilma! What the fuck was with the walnuts,” I ask heading out to the vehicle with her and Isaac who are waiting. “What about the walnuts,” Wilma replies confused. “What the hell other than ...

... scaring him were you doing? I thought you were going to eat them or something,” I ask as we get in the car. “I wasn’t trying to scare him; someone has to feed the rats in there. Besides I hate walnuts and smashing them is fun,” Wilma tells me with a happy look. I remind myself that she’s still crazy as we head back to our lodging aka Mom’s house. Wilma is still crawling the walls but Isaac and I are tired and head to our rooms to relax. Sleep comes and next morning I’m up and awake working out with my team except for Wilma who finally went to sleep sometime in the early morning. I’m going over basics and I send everyone off to handle some minor logistics while I head into town to visit my stepsister Bethany. Least of all the kids she’s the one with the low profile but again owning several night clubs in the state do allow her some leniency on the popularity scale. Personally I can admire her drive to not be that cheerleader that didn’t do anything with herself. Buzzing into her club is easy since I’m there at eight in the morning with fresh coffee and croissants. Bethany lets me in herself in a silk robe and covering her eyes from the Texas sun and I follow her up to the third floor or as we like to call it, the loft over a great party. Bethany takes a seat on her couch and considering her whole place has no walls other than the four holding the ceiling up, you can see every room from the entry door that only she has the code and keys to. “So what brings you around so early that I ...