Well here is Ch. 2, I'm glad that people like this story, its good for me to have a change from the other story.

I ripped the small note into tiny pieces and threw them away. I grabbed my keys and made a mental note to myself to pick my car up at the bar. That meant I either had to get a designated driver, or not drink that night. I decided to think about that later. I was almost late for work. I got a taxi and was there in ten minutes.

"Hey Jackie, what's up?" shouted Cassidy as I walked into the front office. I work at the city coroner's office, doing miscellaneous things, from carting in the bodies for her to examine, to mopping the blood up off the floors after the autopsies. You didn't need much schooling to do the stuff I was doing, but since it was the fucking coroner/ morgue, no one wanted to be there. That's why I got paid so much. Cassidy was one of the pathologists.

"Nothing much Cassidy. So what do you want me to do today?" I put my stuff into the locker and changed into my usual white pants and apron. She, along with all the other doctors and assistants were changing into their scrubs. I knew that even though they pretended they liked me, they, like almost everyone else I knew, thought they were better then me.

"We got a couple of bodies coming in from Trinidad. Cops think it's a serial killer. They want us to fully examine the bodies, and collaborate with the CSI investigators. All you gotta do today is bring in the bodies once the ambulance drops them off, and once we are done, wheel them into the morgue, Jacob will take care of them after that. If you clean up the exam rooms fast enough, you can leave early." Easy enough for me. The bodies arrived not ten minutes later. I took them in to the exam rooms, and chatted with Jacob, the weird janitor guy, for a long time. The doctors got done awful fast with their autopsy. When I asked Cassidy why, she said it was an open and shut case, and she was pissed the cops sent the bodies here in the first place. They were obviously killed by a near decapitation, and they couldn't find anything else. They took some blood and other body fluids to be analyzed, but they wouldn't' be in until tomorrow. I took the bodies down to Jacob, and he put them in the freezer. I cleaned up the exam rooms in nothing flat, and headed home at about 2:30.

Since I had about four hours to kill until I had to go my other job, I decided to catch up on my reading. I got bored after a while, so I walked down to the store to get some things. While I was there, I had the distinct feeling someone was watching me. Then I remembered the note, and knew it was Riddick, although I never did see him. I took the key to my apartment out and unlocked my door. As I set the groceries on the kitchen counter, I suddenly felt that someone was in here with me. I opened up the drawer with the silverware in it, and grabbed the gun taped to the underside. I stalked through every room, gun raised, until I had to go into my room. I went inside, and saw that my bathroom door was closed, and the faint sound of running water could be heard. I opened the door. Whoever it was, they were using my shower! I raised the gun and flung open the shower curtain.

"AHHH! Oh my god! Fuck Jack what the hell is wrong with you?"

"STACY? What are you doing here? And why are you using my shower?" I put the gun down and handed her a towel. She turned the water off and wrapped herself up.

"I'm sorry, but my water was shut off earlier today, and I needed to shower before work. You gave me your extra key last month, remember?" Stacy was a stripper at the "gentlemen's club" downtown. I was the bartender there, and that is my 2nd job. Stacy was the only one of the girls who didn't pretend she was too good to talk me, so we became friends pretty fast. I left her to get ready. After I put away all the groceries, she was ready to go. The sun was just beginning to set, and even though it was still early, we decided to go the club anyway.

On the way there, I knew that Riddick was following us. And he would watch me all night until I got home. Then we would really have it out with each other. But I tried to have fun and forget about everything. We got to the club before it was opening time, so we had some time to kill. I began preparing some drinks for the regulars who came in every night and got the same exact thing, while Stacy changed into her stage clothes. About 15 minutes before opening, all the other girls came filing in one by one. Stacy came out from the back and sat at the bar. I handed her a beer, and she drank the whole thing. I looked at her in that stupid leopard skin bikini, with the kitty ears on her head and a cat tail attached to the back of her panties. Her stage name was "Kitten", so the boss wanted her to dress like a cat.

"Stacy, you're 24 years old. You need to get out of this godforsaken city and do something better with your life."

"Oh, I know you're right Jack, but, I'm just not ready. I don't know what I would do if I left. This city is my home you know? Oh, I gotta get on the stage in a few minutes. Hey, I have an idea, why don't you come up there with me? It's great fun sometimes, and I know how much the regulars like you." She winked at me and ran back stage. I stood there considering her offer. I had only been up there once, and that was when I first started, and when Danielle was still here. She was the girl who was my friend before Stacy came along, and Danielle was smart enough to find herself a man that was good to her, and paid for her to go back to school.

"Hey Max, I need you to watch the bar for a few minutes." I called to the boss who was across the room. I smiled to myself as I followed Stacy to the back.

Looks like Jack is going to get up on the stage and "dance" with Stacy! What will happen because of it? You'll find out soon enough:)