Antonio Dayton was looking for something to relieve his boardom.  He had trained as a special forces operative, he had played pro-football, he needed something that would give him pleasure for once rather than other.  He found 'the Place.'  He had been working here for two months already and it was what he had been looking for but never knew it.  The money was like water here and diversions....they came to you.  He was plenty satisfied with he new line of work.  Sometimes he had to play bouncer but that only provided him with even more release for his outlets and his skills as he was dealing with irate males that didn't understand no or tresspassing.  He had been working out for the day when he went to check his mail or what mail there was to receive her.  His box of Blow-pops came in.  He ordered several gross, the thing he missed from the states that he could never get here was some good candy.  His down fall was his appetite and his sweet tooth.  No one not even him knew which were greater right then.<br/><br/>(http://www.erinjackson.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/l_l_cool_j_01.jpg)<br/><br/>He ran across Melanine coming from the post room.  She was dangerous.  The first day he saw her, he almost quit.  Since the rule was no...working out the help.  He was if nothing short of pissed off, cause she was hot.  He learned to deal with it but...  "Mmmmm.." he bit his lower lips licking it as he looked her over.  "....that outfit is wearing you well."  He said with a wink as he walked around with only a tank top, his fatigues and his jump boots.  He would have patted her behind but he knew his limitations and flirting with her usually lead to trouble on his part.