Chapter 3; Contact.

As Westie studied the dark strangers features, there was something eerily familiar about him, but Westie couldn't quite put his finger on it..... but he knew he was going to rip him off, just like all the rest.
The dark stranger stood facing Westie across the counter and Westie felt uneasy, he could not explain this feeling, as he had not had feelings in so long, not since "the egg"....
The dark stranger stood towering over Westie as he put his betting slip on the counter, Westie looked up at the man who at 6 foot 2 was a full foot taller.... just as he started to read the slip, an old flame popped into his head,an escort he used to frequent, a stunningly beautiful, mocha skinned goddess, who stood a full 10inches over Westie, a lady he hadn't thought of in almost 20 years, could it be.... Just then the tall dark stranger spoke.... Are you "Westie"? He asked.. Westies chest tightened as he a struggled for words, "yes" he croaked, fearing the worst...." Yes i am, who the fuck are you boi" he blurted out.. The man reached in side his jacket and pulled out a large............