‘It’s mostly your damn fault and you’ll do something about it else I’ll take you out as well. I’ve had enough of you young bastards f..king around town like you own the darn place.’

The Colonel was almost gurgling as he said this and it took me a moment to understand his words. The lack of oxygen reaching my brain probably didn’t help one tiny bit.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Wan had uncoiled herself, she held the knife pointed downwards, a look of defiance on her face. Jesus, the last thing I needed was to explain to the police why I had the dead body of a huge Russian in my hotel room. Sleighy suddenly released me, threw me back down into the chair; saving himself from a knife in the back.

‘We meet at my hotel at seven o’clock tonight. You can go into the bar alone, scout out the territory and report back. No f..king with the gooks this time, you pathetic pervert. I knew you were gay, just f..king knew it! Nothing to it. We’ll do the serious business. I don’t suppose you’ve even fired a gun before? Uh, bloody useless. Never mind, we can handle the fire-power, you can go get pissed in another bar, about all you’re f..king good for.’

The Colonel calmed as thoughts of revenge ran through his mind but not for very long.

‘I’m going to shoot every f..king gay pervert in that bar up the f..king arse. If you’re not at my place I’ll do the same to you, buddy.’

With that final warning still ringing in the room Sleighy turned to look at Wan, still holding the knife. The sheet had fallen away revealing her whole body in its pubescent perfection. My cock caused a huge bulge in the shorts I was wearing, threatening to leap out of the waist-band. Things were rapidly getting completely out of control. Instead of lusting after the frail I should have been trying to placate the Colonel whilst planning to get the first available plane out of the country.

Sleighy probably toying with the idea of regaining his manhood as rapidly as possible but the huge knife Wan held must’ve dissuaded him.

‘These young ones are a waste of time. Just take all your f..king money and break your heart every time. You need to find an old widow who’s past worrying about dollars. This velvet bit of trash is the kind of crazy bitch who’d cut your balls off if you play around…’