As we entered the café, he asked me how I liked my coffee.
“Milk with one sugar, thanks, Sir.”
We sat down at a table in the corner, and he started to talk.
“I’ll be glad to help you son, but everything in life has a price. You understand that don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You want to get to Albany, and I need a little help.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“That is immaterial. If you are willing to do something for me, I will get you to Albany. Is it a deal?”
I had no other options at the time, so I reluctantly agreed, knowing it would cost me far more than it did him.
“What do I have to do?” I asked again.
“When we get to my apartment, I will explain it.”
A funny feeling spread slowly through me. Hopefully he just wanted s*x – maybe a blow job or a little more. I could handle that. I
