A New Day, A New You part 7 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 7

Stuart: Christmas week in Texas I’ve had a month to digest it and I’ve heard every way it was looked at but I still have trouble coping with the simple fact that I helped kill a man. It wasn’t my plan, it wasn’t my hands but I helped put the prescriptions through showing them back logged for months. I helped find a bartender that was willing to help out with the drugging but we killed a man. I don’t know what scares me more, that we did it, that we got away with it or the fact that among the group I’m the only one that seems to have a problem with it as we did the post operation talk. “Listen I know I signed on but what we did was murder,” I told them through the microphone on my new computer. “It was that yes but it was accidental,” Guy said but was cut off by Isaac. “Fuck accident, I wanted that fat bastard to die. Watching him try to pick up on the woman at the table was a crime against humanity,” Isaac replied and Ben nodded in agreement. “Think on this for yourself Stuart, this man would have ruined a good family and a good marriage for what? His own ego? Maybe he thought the future child would be a match so he could get a replacement kidney? Stuart some people are nothing but parasites and while I didn’t want him dead per se I’m pretty sure there isn’t a long list of actual mourning his passing,” Guy explained with scary logic. That was weeks ago in my room at college, now I’m in my Uncle Morgan’s condo and I can see just a bit of the influence being thrown around. ...

... We’re on the fifth floor of eight with the eights being an indoor pool for residents and their guests. Morgan is the same man I remember driving me through the country when I was growing up, 5’9” and built like a barrel. One of his major changes is I don’t see the coveralls and jeans with flannel shirts with a ball cap on his head. Now he has his hair cut and wears khaki pants with button up dress shirts. “I have a big responsibility working for Mr. Amdahl as he has me doing half the logistic work while he takes care of the bigger business people. Honestly I was worried about retiring in a few years and now I can keep working,” Morgan informs me as we do the tour of his place. Our Christmases have never been big thing but this year it’s more of a relaxed and welcomed deal as we have a place and no major expectations. Uncle Morgan has to work this week and next while I’m visiting but I was informed that I’d be meeting someone soon that would change my perspective. I’ve only been here for a day and I’m alone in the condo when a knock at the door has me wondering what happened to the buzzer. I pull it open to see a well built Japanese man in hacker fare clothing and a backpack on his shoulder. “Hey Stuart grab your coat we got places to get to,” the Japanese guy tells me walking into the condo and looks around,” I gotta tell them to make sure these things are set up better.” “Who the fuck are you,” I ask and watch as he takes off his sunglasses. “Dude it’s me, Jun? That mythical ...