Agent 47 visited his long-time friend, Helmut Kruger after a long day of hitting men. Kruger secretly wished that 47 would hit him once in a while, but he knew that 47 wasn't into the kinky shit like he was.
"How was your day?" Kruger inquiered.
"Horrible." 47 responded in a harsh tone.
"Why don't you tell me what happened, sugar?" Kruger requested.
47 told Kruger all about his day. He was contracted to assassinate Johnboy Fatts, a famous Jazz musician. He explained that Fatts wasn't an unearned nickname; the man weighed in at a whopping 700 lbs, or as much as an adult heffer. 47 elaborated at how disgusted he was by his target, how the fat rolls oozed off him like thick molassess, how the horrible stench overtook him as he attempted to disguise himself in Fatts' clothing, how the soiled underwear left permanent marks as they hit the ground.
But this piqued Kruger's interests. He fought hard to conceal his raging boner from his long time friend. He excused himself to visit the restroom, where he hastily pounded one out and hatched a plan.
CHAPTER 2 COMING SEPTEMBER 2008
