Embracing Sin

6

Just Another typical night in Dallas, this time the rain was hitting our window in the ambulance drowning out my thoughts.
We were parked in our usual place at the liquor store where a week ago I grab Jesus by the collar.

Working as Emt was one passion for the moment and awarding, especially work with two fellows who were dumb for pussy but had the biggest hearts I've ever seen.
Before I left for Italy, I lived a carefree lifestyle and enjoyed the 'scene.'

My friends were included in my circle and we rarely discuss our kinks out loud.
We respect the fact that there were a time and place to have discussions.
Art cuts my train in thoughts, "Hey man, you ok? We rarely see you at The Devils Farmhouse."

James bubbles his head through the tiny window, "hey Italian stallion, what the fuck crawl up your fucking ass, you seem so tense lately, com'on man come out this weekend and saddle up."

James was outspoken, he cursed like his life depended on it and Art was more reserved.
The Devils farmhouse was a BDSM club ran by a billionaire in Texas inside his secret hidden Farmhouse.

It wasn't open to public it is an invitation only.
Art and James were only invited by me because I saved Richies life and helped him with his little project.

Mr. Richie Rich was what he likes to be called, I don't know if it was because of his blonde hair or because he grew up rich.

Devils Farmhouse was about an hour outside of the busy city of Dallas.
Where roads are made dirt with no names but Fm include in the street name.

Again James interrupts my thoughts, "Earth to Fucking Alek, where the fuck are you man."

Art interrupts, "hey bro, if you need to get something out of your chest do it now before you get so caught up in your mind and get too distracted to work."

Art was a saint compared to James and I, He was devoted to saving lives, not that I wasn't but sometimes it never fazes me, how important it could be since I took countless lives . Art had an obsession to return back to visit older ladies at the hospital or their homes to drop off food and essentials. I never question him why he did that, I figure if he wanted to talk he would when's his ready.

James is a foul mouth ex-military; he loves to curse as much as he loves pussy. His idea of fun was to meet random girls and get his dick suck in public like it was a drug. Both of these guys are like my brothers. It killed me to hide what was happening to me but I wasn't ready to accept my fate.

I finally spoke, "hey man I hear you. I'll let you know something by the end of the shift."

Lost in my own thoughts thinking about the woman I saw prior, still thinking about the pain she carried and the smell of roses.

James, of course, had to interrupt my thoughts, "hey man didn't you hear your fucking phone." I look down and notice an unknown number with a text message.