Hello. My name is Josh Regence. I'm 24 years old and I graduated from college about six months ago. I attended the University of Nebraska/Lincoln earning a bachelors in Criminal Justice. I'm currently on a vacation before I settle down for a career. I've been traveling down the east coast, hitting all the popular tourist attractions. Right now, I'm in D.C. doing what usual tourists do. I've been staying with the family of college friend, Rachel Wernes. I very much appreciated having her with me to be my own tour guide.
"Where to next Rach?" She looked at me with those blue eyes of hers. Her brown hair hung to her shoulders and framed her face well. From her 5'6" height, she had to look up to my 6'2". She was thin and curvy with long legs, wide hips, full ass, and thin waist. She did her best to pack her D cups on her 34 inch torso in a modest, yet sexy way. She definitely was a head turner.
"Well Josh, its getting a bit late. I think we should probably head back to the car."
"Sounds good to me. I don't think this is the best neighborhood to be in late at night."
"Just a sec, I gotta go use the bathroom."
I watched as Rachel walked away, almost mesmerized by the sway of her hips. I'd had a secret crush on her for some time now and was hoping that sometime throughout my stay in D.C., I would be able to make that known to her.
As I continued to ponder on Rachel, a van came screaming up the street. I looked and saw the typical old GM Van. It was definitely speeding. Its headlights were not on. As I stood there, it came to a halt about 200 yards away. Even before the tires stopped moving, the passenger door slid open. Two men dressed in black ran out and up a residential sidewalk. They seemed to be trying to be stealthy, yet I still had a good eye on them. They approached a gentlemen seated on park bench. I watched as they conversed. It seemed to be getting tense, when, suddenly, they grabbed the man, ran to the van, and threw him in. The van began to accelerate as they jumped in. As it came closer, I crouched down and pulled out a pen and paper. Something was obviously illegal about all of this.
As it came closer, the driver must have seen me kneeling near the bushes. The van stopped and again, the two men jumped out. Crap. I dropped the paper and ran. I turned up the nearest alley and bolted. I had a good lead on the men and was able to lose them after turning a couple corners and climbing over a couple fences. As I hid, crouched in a hedge, I heard them approach.
"Ah, we lost him," one said in a heavy Boston accent. "The boss ain't gonna be pleased."
"S'alright. We got that paper of his. Has his address on it and everythin'. Shouldn't be too bad. We'll just get to him before he does too much yellin."
Shit! Now I've got to go the Feds, if only to protect myself.