I realized this was one job I might not be cut out for. Crack open some coke addict skull? Sure. Cut open the belly of a rogue officer? Bring it on. Act as a chaperone to some privileged girl? Really? Granted she was the Mobster's daughter, so I had a lot hanging on this one. "Just a simple gig," my friend had said. "Simple my a**," I thought, watching her watching me. Privileged yes, but judging from her eyes, she's no airhead. No, there was intelligence there. And fire too. Great, just the right recipe for disaster. "Now, hold on," I thought. "Just a birthday bash. No biggie." She walked over and stood right before me. A foot shorter. But carried herself as if it were the other way round. I had another good look into her eyes. A word flashed in my mind. Fearless. Just awesome, I sighed. Well, at least this was going to be interesting. ~~~~~~~ Hey all, me hopes you enjoys..:-)) As always, don't expect any continuation of the story hehe...