Mr.SexyFreak

Ch. 16 "I'm Gay and Didn't Know it Till Now"

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Robert's POV

Being a drug dealer isn't an easy job. Especially if you have to be careful of not getting intoxicated while in it.

If you don't know what a drug dealer is or does, first of all, don't trust urban dictionary.

I searched it yesterday, and believe me, its really far from the truth. At least in my case.

Drug dealer: White trash fuckos who rent the house across the street from you, turn it into a drug house, trash in the neighborhood, have their dumbass addict customers come all hours of the day and night, whine on the cell phones about their inability to get food stamps and leave nasty stained mattresses laying by the side of the road. They ask nosy questions about who owns what houses, case out houses to rip off and generally make decent people afraid to go about their daily lives.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

First of all, I was not a white trash fucko, the fuck? I didn't even know what a fucko is, but I was pretty sure I wasn't one.

My job was not the best job in the world, but it gave me enough to sustain myself and I was fine with it.

I knew every single original drug that existed, and almost all variations from them. Properties, characteristics, functions, ingredients, consequences, I could name them all.

It was hard at first though, mainly because to be a drug dealer, it's kind of necessary to try most of the drugs in order to be absolutely sure about what happens.

How long does their effect last, or how much is needed to knock someone down a few hours.

Tonight, my task was different though. Instead of meeting with other drug dealers like I usually do, tonight I was seating in the driver's seat of a stolen-for-the-night cab. At least, that's what Reid said.

Tonight, I was a cab driver.

I thought it was going to be a long night, considering that my task was to somehow knock the girl Reid's being going crazy about since the moment he laid eyes on her.

But so far, it's been pretty damn funny.

When have you heard that the victim knocks herself down without knowing it?

That's exactly what just happened and I couldn't wait to get to Reid's lair to tell him the news.

I kept chuckling as I drove away from the alley where she met him and kept going with the plan.

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"Don't touch her, " He warned me when I parked and was about to get in the backseat.

I rolled my eyes.

"Reid, stop being a dick, I was just going to take my jacket off her. By the way, you owe me a new one since this one smells like shit."

He glared at me the whole time I took my jacket off her face.

"I can't believe this was so easy." I laughed throwing the jacket in a black bag.

"Yeah, me neither. When I met her in the alley that night, I specifically told her that anyone who walked by there was killed. By me, of course. I can't believe how she thought that putting a crappy jacket on top of her would in some way hide her from me."

I nodded and saw him smirk.

"Well, the plan was to drug her in that alley and throw the jacket on top of her head until she passed out from the awful smell of chloroform. I was really amused when she took it from the passenger's seat. For a moment I feared of being caught and having to be forced to use other methods. But then when she put it over herself and started singing I knew it was a matter of time before she knocked herself down." I said to him while he got inside the backseat and retreated with her in his arms.