People Change with Time

People change with time- chapter three.

This is entirely fictional and not meant to mean anything. If you are too young or offended, please leave.

Justin woke up the next morning on the couch and could smell something cooking in the kitchen. He climbed off the couch and proceeded to the kitchen to see what it was. As he walked into the kitchen he saw me standing there making breakfast. Justin was behind me, so I didn't see him.

He stood there for a moment, studying my bare back. The broad shoulders, the narrow waist. I turned around and he got a good look at my well-defined abs and my sexy pecs. I looked up and noticed him looking at my bare chest.

"Morning," I said. Justin just shook like he was brought out of a trance.

"Morning. What's for breakfast?" Justin asked walking into the kitchen also shirtless.

"We got eggs, bacon, toast, and sausage." I said as he walked up to me. I had a sausage in me hand that I was eating. Justin bent down and took a bite right out of my hand. "You're welcome"

"That's good," Justin said swallowing his bite. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Just did Justin," I replied preparing the last bit of breakfast.

"What happened last night?" Justin asked. For a minute I didn't say anything. "Are you gonna answer?"

"No," I replied sitting down and starting my breakfast.

"Why not?" Justin asked.

"Because it is none of your business. More importantly, it's really hard to explain." I said before starting to eat.

"Try, please." He said sitting next to me at the kitchen counter. The counter separated the kitchen from the living room, so I had the TV running watching the news.

"I don't want too, not yet." I said in between mouthfuls.

"What do you mean not yet?" Justin asked.

"Justin, there are things about me you don't know, things that I can't tell you yet. I hope that I will be able to tell you someday." I replied.

"What are you talking about. I know about your job for the mob." He said in defense.

"I don't work for the mob, I work for organized crime." I said correcting him.

"What's the difference?" he asked rather distressed.

"There's a lot of difference." I said finishing my food and standing up to put my dish in the sink. I turned around after ditching my dish and turned around to lean against the counter "I don't expect you to understand."

"I understand. You don't trust me." Justin said in a hurtful tone.

"Justin if I didn't trust you, you'd be dead by now." I said seriously. "I don't think that you are ready to hear about it. Now let that be the end of it. I will tell you, when I think the time is right."

Justin realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere and stood and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. We stood there for a few minutes, taking in each others sent and presence.

"Justin, you better get in and out of the shower." I said pushing him off me He turned and walked into the bathroom. We spent the rest of the morning getting the few things of his he had around so he would met the guys on time.

"Why are you so worried about getting me to the airport on time." Justin asked as I ushered him into the passenger seat of my dark red1970 Plymouth Barracuda. "Nice ride."

"Thanks, I think so too." I said starting the car and hitting the remote for the garage door.

"Where did you get this," he asked.

"I bought it," I replied pulling out and heading towards the airport. Justin started snooping around the car and opened the glove compartment. You can imagine his surprise when a colt .45 semi-automatic pistol was in the glove box.

"What's this," he asked.

"It's a gun," I replied sarcastically.

"I know it's a gun, what's it doing in the glove box?" He asked.

"Don't worry, I am licensed for that one." I said to him.

"Is it loaded?" He asked.

"Isn't any good unloaded," I replied taking the gun from him and putting it back in the glove box.

"Any other surprises I should know about?" Justin asked me with a half-smile.

"Yeah, I got a bazooka in the trunk." I replied smiling. Justin laughed a little and just started to look around the traffic and other such scenery.

"So what are you gonna do today?" Justin asked breaking the silence.

"Work," I replied. "You?"

"We are going back to Orlando and break for about a week." Justin said as we pulled up to the airport. "Jason, do you think you could come home with me?" I sat there a second thinking until I turned to face Justin.

"Justin as much as I would like to, I can't right now. I will though, I promise I will come visit you in the near future. Until then you can call me." I said as I wrote my home and cell numbers on a sheet of paper and handed it to Justin. Justin took a quick look around and noticed no one looking so he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I thought I would walk you to your gate before we say good bye," I said climbing out of the car.

"Well, I won't be able to say good bye like that their," He said in defense.

Justin and I walked through the airport terminal untouched by any fans. They would walk toward us, but then turn around and quickly walk away.

"Jason, what are you doing?" Justin asked looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"Do play innocent, everybody is staying away from us. They know who I am, so what are you doing?" He asked.

"How do you know they know who you are?" I asked playing around with Justin.

"Jason." Justin said rather sternly.

"I guess people look at you and notice me. They see a guy wearing a gun and automatically run away." I said to him. Justin grabbed and opened the dress coat I was wearing and noticed a revolver.

"What the hell are you doing wearing a gun?" Justin asked whispering so no one would hear him. Before I could answer JC and the rest of the guys noticed us and walked towards us. Justin greeted his friends and noticed them look at me with distaste.

"I will call you when I get home." Justin said wanting to kiss me. He knew he couldn't, not with his friends and everyone around. Justin turned around and started to walk to the gate to board his flight. Justin sat in his seat as the flight took off. He turned to notice JC listening to music on his CD player.

"JC," Justin said tugging on his shirtsleeve.

"Yeah Just," JC said taking off the headphones.

"What do you think of Jason?" Justin asked. JC sighed deeply and looked at him.

"I think he is very dangerous, I don't think it is a good idea to get to know a person like him because he is nothing but trouble." JC said.

"You guys talking about Justin's new friend?" Lance asked.

"Yeah," JC confirmed to Lance.

"What's his name?" Lance asked.

"It's Jason." Justin said kind of offended.

"Whoa, easy." JC said. Justin sat back in his chair and forgot trying to have a good conversation with his friends. He spent the rest of the flight in silence and contemplation. Soon enough the flight ended and everyone went home to rest for a few days. Once Justin walked into the front door of his house he went straight to his telephone and called Jason. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer. Justin finally got my answering machine and left a message saying he called and would try again later. Justin continued to his room upstairs to unpack.

Justin's house was something you would look at in awe. Once you walked in the front doors you walked into a nice size lobby area where you checked you coat and shoes. Then you could walk to you right to a room where there was a grand piano and a small conversation area. Then from there you could walk through another doorway that led to a room with a desk and computer. This was the computer room; it had a top of the line built computer and a stereo system beyond any imagination. This room also had a play station and all the electronics Justin owned. Form here you could walk outside on to a patio or continue through the house to a living room where there was a bid screen TV and DVD player to watch any movies he had. Justin also had a VCR for some of the older movies he liked. This was at the back of the house so there was a doorway that led to a kitchen fancier than most 5 star restaurants. There was a small corridor between the kitchen and living room; this is where one set of stairs was located. In the kitchen you could either go to the living room, go towards the front of the house down another hallway that led to the front doors or out a sliding glass door that led to the back yard where the swimming pool was. Going down the hallway that led you to the front of the house would run across the other set of stairs to the second floor and a door that led to the basement staircase. On the other side of the hallway was a doorway that led to a grand dinning area. >From the front doors you could also go into this dinning are, just through a different doorway.

Justin had moved into his own house as soon as he was old enough too. His mom didn't like it, but she only lived five minutes away, so it wasn't a real big deal. Justin finished unpacking and headed to the kitchen to make himself something to eat when JC and his friend Dale walked into the house.

"Hey guys," Justin said greeting him as he started to cut some lettuce for a salad.

"Hey, Just. What's up?" JC asked sitting at the kitchen counter.

"You tell me, you're the one that came here." Justin said searching the refrigerator for other condiments to put on his salad.

"Justin, I would like to talk to you about your friend." JC said kind of hesitantly.

"His name is Jason, why can't you guys remember that." Justin said getting annoyed that he had to keep correcting people.

"Ok, about Jason." JC said trying to calm him down.

"What about?" Justin asked pulling apples and cheese out of the fridge.

"Why do you like him?" JC asked.

"He saved my ass. That and he doesn't put up with any shit." Justin said putting the finishing touches to his salad. "What's Jason's last name?" Dale asked speaking for the first time.

"I don't really know. It never came up." Justin said smiling.

"Would it happen to be McLintock?" Dale asked.

"I don't know, why?" Justin asked with a mouthful of salad.

"He's a known mob enforcer and hitman," Dale informed Justin.

"What are you talking about." Justin said. Dale reached into his briefcase and handed Justin a folder. Justin took it and opened it. He saw a picture of me and a brief past history of my life. Justin immediately shut it and tossed it back at Dale.

"What?" Dale asked.

"That's my friend Jason," Justin said as if it was no big surprise.

"You aren't disturbed about this Just," JC asked.

"JC, you and your boyfriend haven't told me anything I don't already know. I am not going to read about his life out of some file you had you PI put together to scare me." Justin said a little offended.

"Justin I didn't throw this together to scare you. This is a dangerous man.

He might not hurt you himself, but being around him might get you hurt. >From what I understand from people, he's not too popular with some very influential people." Dale said warning his friend of the consequences

"So, in other words, he's on people shit list." Justin said simplifying the statement.

"Exactly. So stay away from him. You can talk to him over the phone, but I think that should be about it. It's for your own safety." JC said to Justin hoping he would understand.

"You guys don't even know him. You know of him, sure. That doesn't mean shit. I can take care of myself; I don't need your help. You guys can find your own way out." Justin said finishing his salad and heading into his living room. Dale and JC got up off the barstools at the counter and left.

Justin laid down on his couch and thought of the time he woke up on my couch Shirtless, completely unaware of his surrounding, and hearing that classical music as the figure of the own that helped him came into focus. He thought about the first impression that he had been picked up by soon rich arrogant spoiled kid that didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. He thought of how wrong he turned out to be. Justin also recalled that night in the restaurant when he saw me shoot a crime boss and his bodyguards. He rolled over and grabbed the portable phone and took the piece of paper out of his pocket to dial the number I had given him. Justin put the phone to his ear as it rang. Justin grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to the news to see what was going on in the world as the phone continued to ring. Justin was about to hang up when someone answered.

"Yeah what," I answered the phone sounding rather pissed.

"Jas, it me Justin." Justin said into the phone.

"Oh, hey Just. How ya doing?" I asked sounding much nicer and patient.

"Good, you?" Justin asked in return.

"Great know that I can hear you voice." I said to him. Justin blushed a little and let out an 'awe'.

"So what have you been doing since I left the morning?" Justin asked.

"Not a whole lot, little bit of this and a little bit of that." I answered not going into detail.

"Is you last name McLintock?" Justin asked. Justin didn't realize what he was asking until it was too late.

"Yeah, how did you find that out? Doing a little checking up on me I see." I replied in a joking tone.

"No, No I wasn't. JC and Dale tried to show me a file that he has on you; I didn't look at it though. I didn't want to. I remembered what you said about wanting to explain it all to me." Justin said trying to explain everything.

"Well, that means that Dale is either a cop or private detective. So which one is it?" I asked.

"He's a PI." Justin replied.

"Well, let me tell you something, and don't repeat this. He can have all the information he can possibly get but there are things that he won't know even then." I said to Justin.

"Like what?" Justin asked curiously.

"In due time, in due time Justin." I replied.

"Jas, are we going together?" Justin asked.

"I don't know, do you want to?" I asked.

"Would I have asked if I didn't." Justin said sarcastically.

"No, I guess you wouldn't have at that. Sure, why not" I replied. Justin smiled and we continued to talk long into the night until Justin finally had to get some sleep. The Next morning Justin woke up to someone ringing at his front gate. He walked over to the intercom groggily and answered.

"Who is it?" Justin asked groggily.

"Package for you Mr. Timberlake. It's from a friend of yours." Said the messenger. Justin let him in and ran to the front door to greet the messenger. He opened the front door and walked out to meet him. Justin was excited to see what it was. The messenger handed the box to Justin and turned to leave.

"Hey wait, is there a message or anything?" Justin asked.

"It's in the box." He replied leaving rather hastily. Justin found this odd, but didn't think twice about it. Justin walked back into the house and into the kitchen to get a knife to open it. Justin was about to open the box when the phone rang.

"Hello," Justin said into the phone.

"Hey babe," I said into the phone. "Just wanted to wish you a good morning."

"I see, I got your package." Justin replied.

"What package?" I asked.

"You know. The package you sent me." Justin said thinking I was playing dumb.

"Justin I am serious, what package?" I asked with concern.

"You didn't send it?" Justin asked.

"No I didn't. Now listen to me. Don't open or go near the box. Call Your friend and have him look at it, but don't touch it." I said into the phone.

"Alright, whatever you say Jas," Justin said kind of scared by this point.

"Ok, if you need to get a hold of me, call my cell." I informed Justin.

"Ok babe." Justin said hanging up the phone and immediately calling JC's house.

"What?" Dale asked sounding out of breath.

"Dale, Justin. I got a package this morning and I don't know what it is." Justin said to Dale.

"Alright, be right there." Dale said hanging up the phone. He turned to JC lying next to him and kissed him on the lips. "We have to go over to Justin's house."

"Why?" JC asked running his hand over Dale bare chest.

"Justin received a package and doesn't know what it is." He relied starting to climb out of bed. JC climbed out of bed and followed his boyfriend to the shower to get cleaned up.

Justin sat in the living room with the door between the living room and bathroom closed. He didn't know what it was. After a while, Dale and JC walked in yelling for Justin. He walked out to the front door to greet them.

"Hey guys, it's in the kitchen." Justin said pointing to the closed kitchen door.

"Ok, you guys stay here." Dale said as he walked up to the kitchen door. Justin and JC stood there for a few minutes staring at the kitchen door in silence trying to hear anything they could. Dale walked out the kitchen door and looked at the guys. "There is definitely something in there that isn't supposed to impress you."

"What do we do?" JC asked.

"I can disarm it, but I will need some help." He said looking at the two singers. Just about that time, the front gate bell was going off.

"Yeah," Justin said.

"Let me in Justin." I said Justin opened the front gate right away and ran out the door in his sweat shorts, without a shirt. Justin greeted me with a hug and started to pull me by the arm into the house. Once inside the house I caught sight of JC and another man.

"Go into the kitchen and help Dale disarm that thing." Justin said to me. I looked at Dale and started to the kitchen. Justin and JC again stood in the front lobby area staring at the door. For about five minutes there was no sound. If you listened closely, you could hear the sound of hearts racing. JC and Justin's hearts were going a mile a minute. Don't forget that both of their boyfriends were in the same room trying to disarm a bomb. Dale finally walked out with a glass of water in his hand laughing. I soon followed him laughing with him.

"What's so funny," Justin asked.

"Hey JC what did the police rookie say when asked what he would do if he had to arrest his mother?" Dale asked.

"I don't know," JC replied surprised to see his lover laughing.

"Call for back up," Dale said laughing.

"What about the package," Justin asked irately.

"It was bomb, but the good news is the dumb ass was too stupid to arm it correctly. It wouldn't have gone off." I said drinking some of the water I had. I turned to face Dale and he looked at me. "That's a hell of a way to met someone, over a bomb."

"Yeah," Dale said laughing still. " My name is Dale Richards."

"Glad to meat you. I'm Jason McLintock, but I think you already know that." I said to him. I think this kind of caught him off guard, but he let it pass.

"Not many don't know about you. Not in our lines of work." He said finishing his drink.

"Yeah. It's a pain in the ass." I said walking into the piano room. "Justin to help settle you nerves, I am gonna give you a special treat."

I sat down at the piano and started to play. JC, Dale and Justin all stood there watching me play like it was second nature. I played a classical piece by Beethoven called Fur Elise. It's a piano solo so it was easy to play. Dale grabbed JC's hand a squeezed it gently. I finally finished the piece and opened my eyes. I noticed Dale and JC holding hands, but mention it. I then looked over to Justin who was starting to look at ease. I got up and walked over to the little sitting area in the same room and looked at everyone else still standing.

"You guys sit down, let's talk." I said pointing at empty chairs. JC and Dale sat down on a couch together while Justin sat in a chair next to mine. "Justin what did this guy look like?"

For the next hour or so, we talked about the incident. How I got to town so fast from across the country and other details. I had drove to the airport and hoped a private jet to Orlando. It took longer to get to and from the airport then the plane ride. Dale and JC said their good byes and departed back to their house. He thanked them and I shock hands with Dale as a sign of friendship.

"So, what do you think of Dale?" Justin asked.

"I like him. He seems like a nice enough guy. JC is lucky to have a guy like that." I said walking out to my car. Justin followed me out and looked at the car I was driving.

"Who did you know and what in the hell is this?" He asked switching topics once he looked at the car I was driving. It was a 1977 bandit series Trans am.

"It's a car, what the hell does it look like?" I asked climbing in.

"Where are you going?" He asked continuing his inquiries.

"Crisis averted, I am going to my condo." I said starting the car.

"Wait, I'm coming." He said.

"You'd better get some clothes on first," I said looking a his exposed chest

"One minute," Justin said running into the house and running out with his shirt and cell phone in his hand. He jumped into the t-top car and we went to my house. It wasn't anything special. There is a two-car garage underneath the kitchen. Two bedroom three bathrooms, family room and all the extra stuff.

"How many houses do you have?" Justin asked.

"Well, there is the one in Malibu, this one, I have a penthouse in New York and a cabin up in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. Other than that, I own two cars and a Titan motorcycle." I said pulling into the garage. Justin noticed the motorcycle I was talking about in the garage bay next to us. As soon as I stopped the car, Justin jumped out and sat on the motorcycle.

"Let's go for a ride," he said as if he was a little kid.

"Maybe later, I want to get some rest." I said unlocking the house. He walked around the house turning lights on and opening windows. "Justin, would you go and get the three bags in the back of my car please."

"What do I look like, you butler?" Justin said sarcastically.

"No, but I could get the suit out of the closet if you want." I said pulling him in close to me.

"I don't think I would look go in it." He said smiling as our bodies came into contact and we looked into each other's eyes.

"You really are gorgeous, you know that." I said to him.

"I get that impression from a lot of people." He said as he started to make out. I pushed him away and looked into his eyes once again.

"Have you gotten my bags yet?" I asked.

"No," Justin said with a half smile.

"Well get to it, what am I paying you for?" I said to him.

"You aren't," Justin replied.

"Why should I if this is the service your gonna provide." I said smiling at him. We both walked out and grabbed a duffel bag, an aluminum case and a briefcase. We carried them into my den area and dropped them on the leather sofa.

"What's in these things." Justin asked putting the shinny case on the desk.

"Nothing important." I said opening my briefcase a laying a few folders on the desk. "So, what are we doing for supper tonight?"

"Supper, what about right here and now?" Justin asked.

"Well, you need to shower and I have a few people I need to see." I said not looking up from what I was doing. Justin heard that and didn't know what to say.

"Are you gonna..." Justin trailed off not knowing how to say it.

"I am not going to shoot anyone, that's not why I am here." I said without looking up. "Besides, I don't get into that aspect of the business that much."

"I thought that you were a hitman and enforcer type person." Justin asked confused.

"I will explain later." I said.

"Give me something to go on at least." Justin pleaded walking up to the desk where I had sat down. I looked up at him and just smiled.

"Ok. I, Jason McLintock don't go kill people. I couldn't be convicted of it or anything. There is a man known as The Stone." I said sitting back in my chair.

"Who?" Justin asked.

"The Stone. He is called that because he doesn't show any emotion, he doesn't care. He is paid to kill you and that's that. It is one thing to see a person standing their holding a gun on you. He is human, maybe you can talk him out of it, and it gives you a sense of hope. With a man like The Stone, you don't have any hope. You're dead, end of story. There is a difference. Do you know what I mean Justin?" I asked looking at him. Justin nodded his head and looked at the desktop.

"What do you know about him?" Justin asked hoping he wasn't pushing his luck.

"One thing about this business Justin is that you can't trust anybody; but if you don't trust someone, then it destroys you and you end up dead. Mostly because you are a risk that people can't take. Does that make sense." I asked looking at him. He just nodded so I continued. "You should trust one person. That way you don't tear yourself up inside, but you don't make yourself known to everyone. Well I am the one person The Stone trusts. I trust him and he trust me."

"Do you know what he looks like?" Justin asked.

"Yes I do?" I said.

"What does he look like?" Justin asked.

"Don't concern yourself with details like that." I said leaning forward and continuing my work on the desk. He stayed there in silence for a minute until I stood up and grabbed the aluminum case and opened it. Justin looked inside and noticed my double shoulder holster for my colts. Then I walked over to the duffel bag and opened it.

"Justin, would you bring me that case." I asked him. He brought it over to me, but I notice something about him. "Justin what's wrong?"

"You won't let me into you life. You bottle everything up and won't let anyone in. That hurts me, I care about you, and I want to get to know you. How am I supposed to if you won't tell me? I had find out your last name from a file." Justin said looking in the other direction.

"I would have told you my last name, all you had to do was ask." I said walking you behind him. "Look once I finish what little business I have here in town you and I will sit down and talk, OK."

Justin spun around and looked at me with happiness and joy in his eyes.

"Do you really mean it, we will discuss..." Justin was cut off when I interrupted him.

"Discuss you and me and what ever else you want." I said looking at the hope and excitement in his eyes. I kissed him on the lips and then went back to the duffel bag and pulled out a hand full of neatly stack hundred dollar bills.

"Holy shit!" Justin exclaimed looking at the cash.

"Isn't that something. This is my commission; I have to run it to the bank.

First I have to see a man about some over due payments." I said filling the case with cash. I didn't even get all the cash into the case; there was still some left in the bag.

"How much is it?" Justin asked as I tossed him a bundle of hundreds.

"Somewhere in the neighborhood of 2.5 mill." I said as if it was nothing. "Let's get going."

Justin and I started out to the garage and jumped into the car and headed back to his house. I dropped him off and took off myself. Justin walked into his house and called JC.

"Hello," JC answered.

"Hey JC. What are you doing for Supper tonight?" Justin asked.

"I don't know. Dale and I will probably eat here, unless you have something." JC said.

"Why don't you and Dale, Jas and I go out." Justin asked.

"Sure." JC said having a different tone after my name was mentioned.

"Why don't you like him," Justin asked.

"I never said I didn't. I know his reputation, but after seeing how he came across the country this morning to see if you were ok. I guess that says something. I will have to wait and see. I admit that I misjudged him, but I don't know by how much." JC said truthfully.

"Cool. So how does around seven o'clock sound. I will call and make reservations at one of the restaurants and we can go out." Justin said running his idea past JC.

"Hold on, I got to asked Dale," JC said yelling for Dale. Justin heard the conversation over the phone, and then JC got back on the phone. "Sure, seven it is."

"Cool, see ya." Justin said hanging up the phone. He ran up to the bathroom and took a quick shower and put on some descent clothes until he had to change into good clothes later on tonight. Justin was just finishing setting out his favorite suit when the phone rang.

"Hello," Justin said into the phone in a cheerful tone.

"I love it when you are in a good mood," I said to him over the phone.

"I'm glad, where are you." Justin asked.

"In my car on the road heading to the bank." I said to him while driving through traffic. "Then I thought that we could go out tonight."

"I thought that maybe you and I could double date with JC and Dale. Is that ok?" Justin asked.

"Sure, but do they know about us?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so. Would it matter to you if they did?" Justin asked not knowing if he'd like the answer.

"It wouldn't matter to me, what are they gonna do?" I replied pulling in front of the bank.

"Do you think we should tell them?" Justin asked.

"Justin, it's your call. I don't really care. It's doesn't matter to me." I said sighing. "Look, I have to go, but I will be at your house tonight, what time?"

"We are leaving to get them at seven so any time before that." Justin answered.

"Ok, figure anywhere between five and six then. Later babe." I said.

"See you then sweat heart." Justin said hanging up the phone. Justin looked up the number and called to make a reservation.

I climbed out of my car and headed into the bank. I walked up to the first open teller and she smiled at me.

"Hello" I said smiling back at her.

"What can I do for you today?" She said looking at me somewhat seductively. I set the case on the counter "I would like to talk to your manager. She looked disappointed and headed back to the manager's office. He can out to the counter and greeted me.

"Yes sir, what can I do for you," He said to me.

"I think we should go back into your office and talk for a minute," I said showing him all the money in the case.

"Ok, please follow me." He said as we walked back to his office and talked about transferring the money to a Swiss bank account. As I was leaving, I walked by the young lady that originally waited on me. She smiled again and handed me a small slip of paper. It was a receipt of the transfer, but her name and number was on the back of the slip. I just smiled and walked out to the car.

Dale went through his closet looking for something to where tonight on their date.

"JC, what do you think I should wear?" Dale asked still in his towel after climbing out of his second shower of the day.

"I think you good in nothing," JC said grabbing the towel from around Dale's waist and ripping it off. Dale stood there completely naked.

"I can't go out like this, I'll get arrested. I get jailed and end up being someone else's boyfriend." Dale said grabbing a pair of his briefs. JC and Dale finally decided what they were gonna wear and had it all laid out.

I, on the other hand, wasn't sure what to wear. I looked through the closet at my house trying to figure out what to wear. It was almost time to go, so I had to hurry. I grabbed on of my best suits and decided to wear it. I got dressed and all cleaned up. I had on some of my most expensive cologne. I ran into the den and grabbed three files off my desk and put them in the side pouch of my motorcycle and started up the titan. I drove up to Justin's front gate buzzed to be let in. the gate opened and I drove up to the front door Justin stood at the door watching me as I walked up to him and kissed him passionately. When we stopped kissing, Justin looked at me.

"Nice way to say hello," Justin said in a whisper.

"Think so," I said kissing him again. We stood in the doorway kissing until Justin pulled inside and I shut the door with my foot, not wanting to end the kiss. The kiss ended when the phone started ringing.

"God damn phone," Justin commented walking towards the phone. "Yes."

"Justin, it me." A voice said over the phone.

"Who's this?" Justin asked.

"You don't know my name. Justin that hurts me, I get mad when people say that." The voice said angryly. I walked over to the phone and grabbed it from Justin, knowing what was going on.

"Yeah, this is Jason McLintock." I said to him.

"So," He said.

"Don't the name mean anything to ya," I said myself.

"I have heard of you, all bad." He said.

"Really, its gonna get worst if you don't leave us alone you son of a bitch." I said over the line. "I will find you, and when I do your gonna regret ever hearing of Nsync. I am not someone you want to fuck with."

"Really, you don't even know who I am." He said matter of factly.

"That's right, but I will. That I guarantee." I said to him. He started to laugh and hung up the phone.

"Was that the guy that was here this morning?" Justin asked me, like I would know.

"Most likely," I said putting the phone down. "Come on, we got to get to JC's house.

TBC.......i am sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I know people don't like having to wait months to read another chapter, I hate to. Thanks if you're still reading. If you do have any comments, please email me at roczilla@hotmail.com. later and thanks again.