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    It was a very tiresome evening at Tim's Bakery Store. As Timthony was getting ready to flip the sign to close and locked the door a women came running out of a blue Lexus. She was knocking on the glass door looking like she was in a hurry. Her shadowy voice scream from behind the tinted glass door Please open up! Please! Tim looked disturb and angry, but instead he decided to let the woman into the store. As the bell rang when he open the door, he saw that the lady was very towering at height. The woman wore a flamboyant velvet mini dress with long black boots.She had a wig that was black and had pink highlights. A nap of a wig that it was. Her chest poked out from the top of her strapless dress limping down a little bit. Being unflattering as she looked, she had a light caramel beautiful tinge skin. She was the lady of the dusk . She was a hooker. Timthony was unbless with her unattractive appearance. "How may I help you Ms." Tim spoke pleasantly.
    "Do you have a cake? I am in rush. Any cake would do"she spoked in a annoyed tone.
    " What is the cake for Ms." he ask as he rushed to the back counter.
    " Listening I am in a rush! I aint got tyme to explain stuff to ya! K " she yelled.
    Tim was puzzle and didn't want to say anything else. He handed her a chocalate cake with a white sugar coating.
    " That will be fifteen bucks" he demanded.
    She slam the money on the counter, grabbed the cake, and dash back to the car. As Tim went over to get a glance outside, while itching his almost bald head, he saw two other woman in the car. They were yelling and screaming at each other.
    "What the heck is this" one of the woman shouted. "I guess it would do. How the heck can you forget!"
    "I didn't remember" the woman who was in the bakery anxiously said.
    " Well next time you better remember or we going to make sure you get yours! Now get in the car!"
    They drove away into the night speeding across the desert street.

    The sunlight wasn't so favorable the next day. The lady who order the cake was shot dead right by a near corner in a bedroom. Last night was pimp K birthday and he was not satisfied at what he recieved as a cake. "Listen daddy I told you the new girl ain't that good", one of the mistress said with her soft charm. "Maybe we should get a new girl."
    ......To be Continue