Saturday
I slept most of the day recovering from my night with Bandit. My throat was raw from all the deep throating I had done. I got out of bed and grabbed a beer to cool my throat. It felt really good as the cold beer slid down my throat. I checked my stash and saw the ½ a kilo, the deering, and the spoon as well as my weed and rolling papers. I smiled. The mirror was on the table. It never ceased to amaze me how generous Bandit was with his supplies.
I snorted a couple of spoonfulls from what was left in the deering. In a few minutes I felt energized. I proceeded to clean up my apartment. In what seemed like minutes my apartment was sanitized! Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and living room were ultra clean. I ate some food and drank some beer along with some weed. I prepared my clothes for the following week.
Monday arrived and so did another mundane week of work. I snuck in a little toot here and there during the work week. I accomplished more work than usual and attributed it to the coke. Wednesday arrived and after completing a day of work I returned home. It was about 10pm when a knock at the door startled me. NO ONE ever came to visit during the week. I was nervous as I opened the door. It was Bandit! I was shocked. I silently prayed he wasn't here for some action. There was no way I could handle one of his assaults without two days to recover.
I opened the door and stepped to the side to allow him to enter. He smiled at me and asked how I was doing. I said fine. He could see the puzzled look on my face. He smiled and said, "I'm not here for that." I breathed a sigh of relief. He placed a heavy knapsack on the table and asked if I could hold onto it for him. I said "No problem" He thanked me and got up to leave. Before he left he said he would have another surprise for me on Friday. I walked him to the door and he said he would see me Friday.
I picked up the bag to put it in the closet. First thing I noticed was its extraordinary weight. Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to open the bag. I pulled out several handguns along with extra magazines! I continued to delve into the bag. Next I found a ton of cash. I estimated about $50,000 in cash. Next I found 4 kilos of cocaine out of the bag! Aww shit, I thought. I just became an accessory to narcotics trafficking. I immediately put all the stuff back in the bag and zipped it up. I pushed it deep into the back of my closet. I was scared. No matter how much I loved his cock, he was a stone cold drug dealer.
Continued my work week as usual but I was nervous as hell. I laid off the YaYo in the stash. I was nervous enough. Finally Friday. I came home and tried to nap but I couldn't settle down. I proceeded to clean instead. I smoked some weed and drank some beer. I laid off the coke. By 11pm I had a good buzz going. Then the knock at the door. I prayed it wasn't the cops. As I opened the door I saw Bandit standing there. I looked around and didn't see any cops. Relieved, I stepped to the side. As he entered, I noticed he had a travel bag with him.
I thought "Was this guy planning on moving in?" He smiled and sat on the sofa. I grabbed some beer and rolled several joints. I asked what the bag was for. He said it's your surprise! I smiled back. I was actually beginning to enjoy these surprises.
He placed the bag on the table. We smoked and drank a bit before addressing the bag. I asked, "What's in the bag?" He said "Watch" He unzipped the bag and flipped up the top. He pulled out a Gillette Mach 3 razor. He asked me to get two large bath towels. I went to the linen closet and retrieved two large fluffy white towels. I sat back down confused. He placed a small blue pill on the table and told me to swallow it. I hesitated. He said, "It will relax you" I've trusted him this far so I took the pill. We sat and drank and smoked some more. I started to feel a nice relaxed state cone over me.
I finally asked, "What's the razor for?"