No More Secrets

Darnell Starks woke up on a Tuesday morning to find an assassin standing over him. The assassin wore an all black army suit, black boots tied tight to his feet, and in his left boot concealed a knife, one a little shorter than the one that Rambo carried. He also wore a black mask revealing only his eyes and mouth. In his left hand  he held a black Glock with a silencer on it; this he pointed at Darnell’s head. With his right hand he removed  his mask. The assassin had short blonde hair, about thirty-five or so, in good shape, quick, strong and fierce. His right cheek was scarred Starks noted. A black rope coiled around the assassins’ right shoulder then crossed his back to lie on his left hip. His belt carried extra clips for the gun he had drawn and another was still holstered. Some people would think that all the extra weapons were too much, but you could never have too much in his profession.

 Starks pled for his life, trying  reasoning and begging with the assassin. He had so much to live for. As he begged for his life he, thought about what it was he want to live for. He was  handsome thirty-two years old, a real ladies man, black haired brown eyed remarkable mustachioed, with skin  the color of  an almond. He was very athletic, with a nice sense of style. He was highly intelligent, a graduate of Wake Forest University, home of Tim Duncan, Josh Howard, and Chris Paul. He was a junior partner at Bill Jerkin’s law firm, but worked a few hours a week in Forsyth County Court System.

He begun to sleep with most of his clients. There was Karen Sweets, which he helped with a law suit; Yolanda Jordan he helped beat a murder case. But the one that was the closest to him was Sandra. Sandra was the first with her caramel complexion, beautiful long black hair, c-cup breast, nice shape and a very soft bottom. He assisted her on her divorce. She   wore a gray mini skirt, and an all white button down shirt and she wanted Starks.  He wanted her as well and couldn’t wait to get her to the room at the Marriot where he had made reservations at earlier that day.

It was a huge, incredible, nice and romantic suite. The two of them met on the eighth floor. Anticipating, Starks open the room door, and kissed Sandra on her neck. He began to unbutton her shirt as she began to unzip her mini skirt from the back. Starks pulled his shirt off over his head and came out of his shoes. Sandra pulled off her bra and kicked off her heels. He slipped his pants and boxer shorts off. Both of them fell to the bed. He began to kiss her stomach while slowly taking off her panties. He then went up inside her.

She began to moan as he wrapped his arms around her legs, putting them in the air. Gently stroking her with his hands on her bottom, she began calling his name “ooh, ooh, Starks, ooh Starks give it to me, oh give it to me, harder, harder.” After a while they switched positions, Sandra got on top riding and moaning, running her fingers through her hair, then placing them on his chest. She was moving her hips in a circular motion then up and down, faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. They were both kissing and sweating until they both reached their climax.

A couple of years earlier Starks Mom was killed, in a train that had derailed and his father was killed at a traffic stop, at a light on the way home in Chicago. Starks never knew much about his real parents he was adopted at the age of five. He and his foster parents were living in Winston Salem. When he turned seventeen Starks had strong ambition and plans for the future. He felt he owed it to himself and to his foster parents. Steve Anderson who was fifty eight and had retired from RJ Reynolds and his wife Betty was a retired nurse.