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Mrbigandwhite
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Jack slowly turned down the street and pulled the car over to the side of the curb, looking around to make sure no one was out. It was paranoia, who would even be out in a suburban neighborhood at 2 AM? People with ill intentions his subconscious replied. "Is this the house?" Rick said in a hushed voice as he reached in the back seat and tugged a large gym bag into his lap.
"Jesus Jack, you pack your fucking house in this thing?" Jack pulled the keys out of the ignition and slowly got out of the car, his friend following hm. "It's the house on the corner and shut the fuck up. You want to help me pay this bitch back or what?" Rick slung the heavy gym bag around his muscled shoulder and jogged to catch up with Rick. "Yeah...no yeah nobody fucks with my friend like that.
Rick was a good friend, gullible but he was loyal. That was the first thing that Jack found out when they started working out together at 24 hour fitness. He would start out saying little lies to Rick, letting them get bigger and bigger while Rick took it all for face value. This last one though...oh boy...he almost didn't believe it himself, but it worked. Oh the look of anger that washed upon Rick's face as Jack told him about how he was scammed out of his whole life savings by some investment deal and there was no way he could get the money back.
They finally made it up to the two story house on the corner lot where Jack sauntered up to the front door, pulling out a key from the front pocket of his black Nike pants. "How the fuck did you get that?" Rick asked, dropping the bag at his feet and then looking around cautiously. "Dumb bitch left it on the treadmill. Went and made a copy before giving it back to her."
They quietly made their way inside and up the stairs as Rick tried not to bump the large bag against the hand railing...Jack's heart was racing as he pondered over what was about to happen next.
"Jesus Jack, you pack your fucking house in this thing?" Jack pulled the keys out of the ignition and slowly got out of the car, his friend following hm. "It's the house on the corner and shut the fuck up. You want to help me pay this bitch back or what?" Rick slung the heavy gym bag around his muscled shoulder and jogged to catch up with Rick. "Yeah...no yeah nobody fucks with my friend like that.
Rick was a good friend, gullible but he was loyal. That was the first thing that Jack found out when they started working out together at 24 hour fitness. He would start out saying little lies to Rick, letting them get bigger and bigger while Rick took it all for face value. This last one though...oh boy...he almost didn't believe it himself, but it worked. Oh the look of anger that washed upon Rick's face as Jack told him about how he was scammed out of his whole life savings by some investment deal and there was no way he could get the money back.
They finally made it up to the two story house on the corner lot where Jack sauntered up to the front door, pulling out a key from the front pocket of his black Nike pants. "How the fuck did you get that?" Rick asked, dropping the bag at his feet and then looking around cautiously. "Dumb bitch left it on the treadmill. Went and made a copy before giving it back to her."
They quietly made their way inside and up the stairs as Rick tried not to bump the large bag against the hand railing...Jack's heart was racing as he pondered over what was about to happen next.