Asking an old friend for help

While he drove through the city, Jon realized that at home was probably too dangerous right now. He didn't know what the two guys in black had sent to whoever they were working for. Maybe he could find out on the device but at the moment he barely knew how it was working. He considered staying in a hotel, but that would be expensive and he would have to leave some sort of ID there too.

Then he had an idea. It was not the best but it was one and it could work. He stopped next to a public phone as he didn't want to use his own phone.

"Thorsdóttir," the female voice on the other side of the line said.

"Freya, it's Jon."

"Jon! Why you call me with this strange number."

"It's a public phone. Listen, I know this is a super weird question, but a few years ago you offered me that I could stay in your place a while and I wonder if that offer still stands?"

"Sure," Freya responded. "Of course you can stay. You are in some trouble or is it just the witch of an ex-wife?"

"That is complicated and all a bit connected," he said. "Thanks. I would come over in a few minutes."

A half-hour later he arrived at Freya's house, which was located in the hills above the city. She had inherited quite a fortune from her grandfather, including a couple of huge companies in the city. Regardless of that, she and Jon knew each other since childhood. Sometimes he even thought she had a crush on him but they never seemed to have gone beyond being good friends. In the last years they hadn't met each other that much but still stayed a bit in contact.

"There you are, Jon," Freya said as she opened the door after he parked in her garage. "And what a cute pet." Jon hugged the blonde, Scandinavian woman while Melanie rubbed herself against Freya's legs. She was petted on her head a bit while Freya leads them in. "You can have the guest bathroom, Jon. Feel free to stay as long as you want."

"Thanks, Freya," Jon said. "You looking great like always," he charmed her a bit. "If you not mind, I can cook for us later, to make up a bit for the hassles."

"That would be lovely. But cook for three. Kikka is here too."

When they got into the living room, Jon noticed a young woman, who looked a lot like he remembered Freya during their college years. "There you are, Kikka," Freya said. "This is Jon, I told you before of him. He staying here for a while, sorting out some problems at home."

"Nice to meet you," Kikka said. "Oh, is this your pet?" She went down on her knees and cuddled with Melissa. Jon couldn't resist thinking how weird it looked to have them interact, Melisssa happy jiggling her ass.

"Come on," Freya said. "I show you the room."