You need some Smokes.

You head over the gas station-convenience store to buy some cigarettes. You don't remember smoking, but somehow you know the feeling you are experiencing is a craving for a smoke. You stride across the street and enter the store.

A couple seconds later you realize that you've interrupted a robbery. The first guy, short and small with a thin mustache has a gun in his right hand. It is a cheap Saturday night special, inaccurate but easy to use. The second guy is taller and fatter. He looks very nervous, and is sweating bullets. You can smell their fear and excitement. The small guy is dangerous. He will use the gun on anyone who threatens him.

You are glad they are distracted with the pretty Hispanic sales girl. They are **** her; the small guy is in front of her his erect cock filling her mouth. His fat buddy is behind her ramming his cock into her unwilling cunt. The fat guy is grabbing her tits as he fucks her from behind,

You hear the smaller guy say, "That's it baby, suck my cock, I'm going to cum on your face."

He turns as you enter the store, and the gun starts to swing in your direction. The fat guy looks up at the same instant, starting to move back away from the girl that he is ****. Suddenly you hear bang, bang and you realize that you have drawn and fired the gun you are carrying before your conscience mind can even register what is going on.

You see both of the would be robbers crumple to the ground, a bullet through the left eye of each. Your mind echoes something you learned somewhere, "Shoot for the eye, the skull can deflect a small caliber bullet. Hit the eye and they are dead before they hit the floor."

For the hundredth time that night you say to yourself, 'Who the hell am I?'

The girl is screaming and mad. She is kicking the bodies of the two men who were sexually abusing her only seconds before. You say, "Can I have a carton of regular Winstons?"

She stops and looks at you strangely, as if your mundane request was stranger than what had already gone on tonight. She reaches up behind her and grabs two cartons of your favorite cigarettes and tosses them to you.

You say, "Thanks, I hope they didn't hurt you to much," and head for the door.

"Wait, aren't you going to wait for the cops?"

"Nah, I don't think I want to answer their questions."

She stares at you for a moment and says, "Can I come with you. I don't really feel like talking to the cops tonight either."

You stare at her for a moment then say, "Sure, you got a car?"

"Yeah, out back. Let's go," She says as she straightens her clothing. Now you look at her closely for the first time, she is a really beautiful girl. Early twenties, clear skin, bright eyes, a body that would attract men's stares. You feel your own cock start to harden again. 'Damn I am a horny bastard,' you think to yourself. 'I need to find out why?'

You head out back, she has a red Toyota not too new, but who are you to complain.

"I'll drive," you say to her as the two of you reach the car. She tosses the keys to you and you start up the car. You push in the lighter and apply the red hot tip to the cigarette in your lips. You take a deep drag on the cigarette and get a slight rush as the first drag reaches your lungs. Peeling out of the lot you head north on the main drag.