First message
I work for the FBI mostly as a spy to catching criminals in my way. This time no different a mission loaded up for me to catch a s3x tr@ffik3r. But supposedly this guys is really dangerous so they recommend me I stayed low as a ‘husband family’ in the new town. Problem? I’m single. Have been since fuck I think highschool? Fuck. With the job I never thought of dating anyone really.
once I landed in LA. Got a nice apartment toppest floor. I asked my bestfriend julian to give me woman’s identities around the city who are single mothers. None got my attention honestly. But that’s not the point I need a ‘family’. After few hours I got exhausted looking at papers nonstop so I decided to go for a ride. Bought a bike as well cause fuck it.
30 minutes later I stopped at a gas station. As I pump gas a small figure touch my leg. I prop my visor up as I look down at the child. A kid alone? I crounch down at the child. No older than 4-5 for sure. hey kiddo, where your mother? I tell the kid. Which just smiles at me and touches my bike. Great now I’m stuck with a stranded child.
I’m so sorry! a female voice comes into view as I look up and see a woman rushing to the child. Fuck meee, she’s fucking gorgeous. its ight. i say as i stand to look at her. kids huh? They run fast.
Yea! Especially this age.
she tells me in the most sweetest and beautiful smile I ever seen. Family found? Check. I look at her hand no ring so single mother. Check. Boner?…fucking Check.