STINGRAY SNIPPET

By DeAnne Bickford
DAnne420@webtv.net

Stingray, a man with no other name other then the name of the car that he drives.

Who is that mystery man with the dark hair and eyes that are windows to his soul, shadowed by his sunglasses. A man of few words, but willing to help someone, anyone, with only a payment of a favor in the future. He can ask you to teach him a skill or get classified material from your job, he can pass himself off as anything a doctor or a chemist or whatever passes his fancy that helps him with your problem, he is a jack of all trades. You must do what he ask no matter what. No payment of money to help him along on his journey into the next unknown favor.

He gets himself situated into your life and finds out everything he can, but you can't ask him any personal questions for he closes himself off, if you try to pry. I tried to pry in to his personal life, he looked at me with those eyes, he looked so hurt that i could ask him such a question as his name.

Well he got me out of the jam that i was in, he saved my life, and then he was gone without even a goodbye, but I know that I will see him one more time for him to collect his favor from me. I only hope he stays alive long enough to collect it and for me to see him one more time.

Hope you liked it
DeAnne