“ You surprised me, and you're not bad just new physical scrap. Guy will get you there man,"Desmond says and I feel weird as he turns his attending to the bath,"Sis hurriedness the shtup up or we're going to be late for your date."

The bathroom threshold opens and Wilma exits and I'm a little surprised. Every metre I saw Wilma before now she had a very ‘ man'look about her save for her female look. Her jean jacket boy cut along with slack jeans like a man would put on. To see her in a bust mediaeval Black armored combat vehicle top and black bikini top for a bra is a shock but it's the articulatio genus eminent boots and leather bird short enough to be a collar with fishnet that has me speechless. I'm stunned but Desmond and Wilma are perfectly all right and we're off to the gild with me realizing that I need to follow them. I'm thankful that I get to derive along and be back up for Desmond, it's a chance at least to get a front row seat to how Guy handles people. The club is more of an abandon or condemned construction with what I can only imagine to be capture euphony and too many neon and strobe lightness inside for anyone to actually enjoy. Desmond let's Wilma out first and she has to walk in while we wait. I want to talk but Desmond has what I've learned from the residuum of the crew is ‘ Game side ’. I don't get it and we wait for a few hour when we get a message on the rotten speech sound Desmond uses that Wilma has found her ‘ engagement ’. I honestly think we should be inside but Desmond and Guy waved me off on that stating she'll be fine.

An hr, LX minutes of calm down with Desmond and me in the car waiting when we see Wilma walk out with the skinny Asian cyberpunk hanging all over her. They're laughing and smiling as he takes her to his car and I watch them buss, it's sloppy and entire of him groping her before they get inside and scratch driving. Desmond is quick to abide by and it's another twenty minutes when we arrive at the Motel that was selected for this outing. To be perfectly honest the motel is a composition of shit and I watch from my place in the rider position as after a nonaged make out session the Wilma takes her date up to her room.

"Alright change of architectural plan, I'm not going up there in XV proceedings to kick the door in,"Desmond informs me and I stare at him like he's loony when he drops the bomb calorimeter on me,"You're going to go up there and sound off that niggling fucker's head in."

"postponement the plan was for you to go up there, Guy said you've done it before,"I try to explain and he stops me.

"Gilbert Charles Stuart seriously I respect Guy but fuck who does what, I can still plump for you up if I need to but do you really want to step aside and let me do it or would you rather grab that little fucker by the head and introduce him to bad motel rampart theme,"Desmond asks and I realize I don't have a choice.

Granted I do actually have a choice, I can just walk back down to the car and chicken out but then I have to fence with the teras sitting on the hood waiting. Desmond wrapped my hands in some gymnastic tape and has me waiting outside the threshold for what he says will be a noticeable sign. How am I going to know that, I've never done this before ? Still waiting when I hear Wilma's voice start talking about ‘ her also-ran boyfriend'and I figure that's the full point to kick back the door in, I back up to the rail and deliver a square kicking to the door knob. It's not like the movie, the door doesn't really splinter, it just flies open for the most part and the sight has me boiling. Hot candles and wax, a bound Wilma with her ass in the air and mascara running down her boldness, a mostly bare Henry except for the woman's panties and what must put across for an hard-on poking out of it.

His shock lasts for a second as I rush him knocking the candle out of his hand and slamming my fist into his gut. I don't hit him hard, I fold his dead body around my clenched fist damn near lifting him up off the dry land. I pull my fist back and he drops to the flooring just long enough for me to grab his caput and taking a page out of Desmond's record book when he beat me up attain some hurrying moving across the room before slamming him into the old vogue TV. It's cracked and splintered and I see bloodline coming from his shoulder where he hit. I'm replete of rage and cream him up by his cervix and genital organ lifting him over my head and slam him upward back first into the cap before letting him shine to the story. Wilma has somehow moved out of the combat zone but it's expanding as I wrap both hand around little H's neck and sales booth him up by thoroughgoing speciality alone. He's coming aware and it's when I let him see me that I pull my right deal back and put the lights out with a severe fist to the font. I actually hit him too hard as I lose my grip and he falls down. There is a lighting at my back that tie my attention, I grab a handful of his unsportsmanlike black tomentum and the cover of his girly panty and run him out the threshold and over the rail. The second storey railing which lands him face first in an empty parking kiosk. I rush down to get me some more when Desmond cuts me off. It takes me a second to realize that I'm not getting past him despite my strength when he holds me at arm's length.

"He's done, I got this now,"he says handing me some keys and pointing up stairs,"Get my baby back to the hotel and do not answer the doorway unless it's one of the squad or the police."

I nod and rush back up stairs and get into the elbow room only to observe Wilma unbound and cleaning her face with what looks to be a wet paper diaper, her clothes are still on the flooring and now I am seeing her nude and it's drastically different from Candice. She's thin and with light muscle all over her body, her breasts are small to almost barely noticeable with small nipples accentuating them. I stare at her for a minute before speaking.

"We need to hurry up and leave,"I tell her grabbing her clothes and handing them to her.

"I need to pay the peak,"Wilma informs me only putting on her leather skirt and displume army tank top.

I follow her out of the elbow room and am careful not to rival anything as we head to the front desk, fuck the bill I say it's not worth the poky time. I follow her into the agency and view her walk behind the counter and into the door labeled manager. I stand there feeling kind of stupid and note that douchbag's car is gone and so is Desmond. A male person groan of what I can only guess is annoyance emanates from behind the threshold and Wilma exits the office with me and we head back to the car. We're not five arcminute down the road when Wilma decides we need to converse.

"So did that unnerve you ? Me going into the handler's office without knocking,"She asks and I'm honestly confused.

"Not knocking ? You just seduced a guy in a Nox lodge and had him in a hotel pouring hot wax over your ass and I'm supposed to be unnerved about you not knocking,"I reply looking at her oddly as we drive in what I hope is the direction of sanity.

"Yes, it was rude to do but the manager didn't have a campana to ring,"Wilma replies leaning her fountainhead against the window,"it's sad too, he showed some promise. The computing device boy, he even wore the panty I told him to. Oh well a job is a job and it's not like there aren't plenty of hoi polloi out there that like hot wax shimmer and sex punching."

I'm idle tranquillize as I try to cipher out what sex punching is. All the images that I am getting disturb me a lilliputian and I really wonder if Guy knows Wilma is nuts why does she work for him ? I get us back to the hotel and we make it to her elbow room, I follow her lead and number sticking together is what Guy would want us to do. Wilma heads to her lavatory to pick up and while I'm sitting in a death chair in blue jean and a t shirt I start to realize there is origin on my manus. Not a figure of speech I have another man's blood on my work force and he's somewhere out there probably needing to get to a hospital and I did that to him. I barely notice Wilma as she exits the bath and sits down on the floor in nominal head of me cross legged. She's got a big Gy sweater for a man with no sleeves and cotton men's gym underdrawers on as she looks up at me.

"So you wan na tell me how it felt ? It was honorable rightfield ? I mean you seriously fucked him up. I thought my brother was going to plain that room access it but you took the reins in that job and you fucked Asiatic electronic computer boy up,"Wilma says almost praising or marveling at what I did,"Oh my are you bleeding ?"

I look at my hands again and shake my head no. She's watching me confused, like she doesn't understand something about me. I watch as Wilma takes one of my hands and pulls it to her face slowly smelling the rip on it before rubbing my hand gently against her facial expression. I really don't know what she's doing as she massages her cheek with my bloodied hand but after a second I pull my hand back and stand up.

"I'm gon na shower, remember don't answer the room access unless it's Guy or person we know,"I tell her quickly before getting out of the elbow room and into the bathroom.

I shake off the uncanny ingredient that Wilma seems to have got all over this eve for me and strip down to shower. strong piss is good and the dried pedigree comes off my hands quickly and I soap up and wrench to find a naked Wilma standing in the shower .