Dreams I'll Never See (Intersex gxgxg)

Prologue

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A/N - I hate having to do this, but since NovelHD has already started to pirate some of my books, here we go. These works are mine. My poor little brain came up with the plots and characters, and I'd really prefer you to not steal them. If you're reading this on a site that is NOT Wattpad then it is most certainly stolen.

Thanks!

Loiosh

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Five years ago

The heavyset man got out of his pickup truck, looking around the wooded area in the fading light. Seeing nobody about, he tucked his hands into his windbreaker, feeling the cylinder inside the right pocket, and then walked along the paved pathway towards the pond that was at the center of the little park here in the small town near Atlanta. He needed a score, and he'd seen a likely one through his binoculars from his deck of his house located on the nearby ridge.

It was a nice night, though a little chilly in the spring air, and so there weren't too many people out, especially now that it was getting dark. But up ahead, he could still see the lone figure sitting on the cement bench, right where she had been not ten minutes ago when he'd first seen her. Perfect.

He ambled slowly now that she was in sight. Just another park visitor out for a stroll. She didn't even glance at him when he approached, and he tried not to smile. Just what he needed, she was nice and distracted. With a sigh, he sat on the bench next to her. It wasn't a long bench, but because he was a large man, it seemed even smaller. Her eyes flicked to him, then away again.

He got his first close look at her and was impressed. She was tall, though it was hard to tell just how tall while she was seated, and obviously very fit. She was wearing skintight leather pants that left none of her ass and thick thighs to the imagination, and a light camouflage jacket over a black muscle tee. He almost drooled as she took in her rack, the girl had tits for miles, and it made him wish he could have a taste before he passed her up the line.

His fist tightened around the cylinder, and he prepared himself to do the same thing he'd done dozens of times before, when she turned to him and broke his concentration.

"What would you do if you had 24 hours to live?" she asked him. He blinked twice as he processed the question that threw him for a loop.

"I'm sorry?"

"24 hours. If you knew you were going to die at that end of that time, like a meteor was going to slam into the earth or something, what would you do?" she clarified. She had a husky voice, one that would make a mint on a phone sex line and would make him a rich man in the future. Many of the men that he catered to would love to have a strong woman like this put in her place.

"I don't know." He shrugged, momentarily at a loss. "I never really thought about it."

She nodded knowingly. "I guess most people don't. Me? I'd probably want to spend it with the people I love. The people that mattered the most to me, then have a good meal and make love to my wife."

Perfect! She had a wife! This was better and better. Lesbians were exactly what the organization liked the most. Turning them straight, day after day. But that was also when he noticed the little plastic bracelet on her wrist that looked just like the one that he had the previous summer when he got his colonoscopy at the hospital.

That was why she was asking about the 24 hours! She didn't look terminal, but you never knew. In an instant, his plans changed. He may not get a commission on her, but if she was dying in 24 hours, he could have some fun before she was gone.

He cleared his throat, thinking about her question. She was paying too much attention to him, so he had to put her back at ease. "I guess your idea would work. I don't have any family, but a lot of good food, good drink and good sex would do the trick."