The Napkin

“Thanks for a great time Regina, but I think I should go it alone for now,” you tell her, “it’s probably safer for you that way.”

She looks a little disappointed, from the look on her face. It appears you aren’t the only one wanting to hit the sheets again. For a second you almost reconsider, allowing yourself to think with the head between your legs. You replay the last time you slept with her in your head, her sexy legs wrapped around you as you plow into her with your massive erection. You remember the feeling of her nipples between your fingers and the note inside your pocket. The note… you had almost forgotten about it!

“I will get in touch with you later,” you tell her followed by a quick peck on the cheek.

The taxi driver is of Arab decent, which comes as no surprise to you. Once inside the cab you give him some vague and incomplete directions, “just got straight and take the next left.” He hesitates until you hand him several large bills from your wallet. Cash is the universal language that everybody understands. You watch out the window as the cab pulls away from the curb and Regina shrinks into the distance.

Quickly you remove the folder napkin from your pocket and open it up. Before reading it, you glance up to make sure the cabbie isn’t paying any attention to you. “Just keep going, I’ll let you know in a minute where to take me,” you tell him.

The message appears to be in a foreign language. With ease you translate it; another of your secret skills from the past. The words read…

You have just drank a time released poison. You have a little less than 24 hours before it take effect and kills you. Come to the 1069 Chyoo St. Station at 8 a.m. tomorrow, if you want to live. The antidote will be there, come alone.

There is a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, as you realize this is no joke. You’ve already ruled out induced vomiting, the poison has had enough time to get into your system. You have been so busy trying to wrap your head around the poison, that you missed the cabbie turning and straying from your directions. How could you have missed something so obvious, you were trained better than that.

“Where are we going?” you demand.