EACH CHRISTMAS TIME, I e-mail Ashley a Christmas card. You see, from the time that we were eight-years-old until we were sixteen years old, as unlikely as it might seem, rich Ashley and poor Julius lived in the same house.
My parents were God fearing, church going, black servants working for Ashley’s parents. Despite my fine ancestry and my righteous upbringing, ol’ Julius done turned out bad.
I split when I was sixteen years old and I fell in with bad companions. Fortunately, I was badder than they were and also smarter than they were. My companions and I bent a few laws and made a lot of money. I split before the police caught up with the rest of my companions and, at the age of twenty one, I found myself rich and very skilled. Unfortunately, most of my skills tend to be in areas that are a bit illegal. Fortunately, I’m now rich enough that I can pick my spots as far as moneymaking enterprises go.
It’s getting on in December and I’m about due to send my yearly e-mail Christmas card to Ashley, when I get an e-mail from Ashley. Now, I always get an e-mail back from Ashley when I send my Merry Christmas e-mail. However, this e-mail is different.
Ashley is in trouble and I’m the only one she has to turn to who might be able to help her. She tells me about the problem and asks for my help.
I e-mail back that I’m on my way and I’ll need a pick up at the Greyhound depot about an hour and a half from her house. I also give her my bus schedule.
I ride the bus to where Ashley waits.
She picks me up in her sedan, as I asked her to, instead of her red convertible. Ashley is glad to see me, but she’s scared. Now, as back when, Ashley is a tallish blonde lady with a pretty face and a fantastic body.
It seems that Ashley is worried about some photos that she posed for. She has to get the photos back.
