Forever In My Heart

Part 6

1993....
I stood on the edge of the runway, shifting from foot to foot. Why was this guy taking so fucking long.
Suddenly a dust trail appears over the horizon. This better be him, but how could it be, there was two. As far as I knew there was only supposed to be me and my new employer. Maybe something had changed.
The car came to a screeching halt in front of me and a guy jumped out, followed closely by an older guy. They were fighting.
Turns out my new employer had hijacked the other guy and now was attempting to deal with it. I turned and walked to the plane, opened a small door and took out a flair gun. I turned back to the brawling pair, aimed the gun at the older guy and fired. The flare hit him straight in the eye. The smell was instant and it was bad. We could smell his flesh burning as we dumped his body in a nearby lake. Heard the sizzle as the body hit the water. Soon we were up in the air, our cargo secure, but that dam smell was still haunting us!!
As soon as we landed we fell out the plane, throwing up where we stood. We couldn’t take the smell any more.
Once we had dealt with the cargo we headed to a small motel for the night.
That’s when I got to know my employer – Michael Towley.

We went to a nearby bar and ordered a few drinks, he was sat there all smug, wallet tight with cash. Mine would be too in a few days.
“So Trevor, tell me, why did you agree to this?”
I looked at him stunned,
“Thought we didn’t talk about shit when it was done?”
He smirked at me, waved a hand and said,
“You think these fuck wits know what we done?”
I looked around the bar and thought for a moment, then shook my head. The youngest person had to be at least mid forties, and that wasn’t including me and Michael.
Michael laughed and said,
“I can see your a rookie, but don’t you worry. Stick with me and your be playing with the pro's in no time"
I smiled at him and took a mouthful of warm beer. We talked for most of the night and stumbled back to the motel when we got bored.

Back at the motel, I said goodnight to Michael and went to my room. I stripped down to my boxers and led on the bed, staring at  the ceiling. My mind raced over the events of the day, the dead man, the cargo drop.... Michael...
At the thought of him I felt a twitch I hadn’t before. I brushed it off and turned over, trying to fall asleep but I couldn’t. All I could think about was Michael. The way he looked in that suit, how strong and confident he was. This only made the twitch worse. I could feel myself getting more and more turned on. I tried to think of the last women that I slept with and then realised how much I hadn’t enjoyed it. I had just gone through the motions with her and chucked her out when I was done. I never saw her again. That helped me calm down – a lot.
I finally got comfortable and fell asleep.