I need to right a story.... Yeah, I'll do that. Here goes:

Carolyn walked down the darkly lit street. Her hair blew in the icy wind. Her fingers were numb with cold. Quickly her tongue darted across her lips. It was so cold. Where was he? It wasn't like him to be so late....

She wasn't in a good neighborhood. Certainly not in a good part of town. This was the kind of place even cops avoided. Why was she meeting him here of all places?Just then a hand gripped her shoulder and pulled her into an alley.

"Let me go! Help!" she screamed.

"Just shut up, Care!"

"David?"

"No, I'm Jack the Ripper. I wanted to have a conversation with you before slashing you to peices. Now... what do like more? Chicken or pork?"

"You jerk!" She said slamming her fist into his ribs. "Where have you been?"

"Ow," David gasped. "Well, princess, I had trouble. You know how hard it is to get away from Mr. Big Shot? Not easy. Lucky for me he passed out dead drunk."

"Fine. Now why am I here?"

"I was getting to that. We have a job."

"A job? And how does this envolve me?"

"You're a good liar."

"Continue."

"We need to get in somehow. This guy... he's old, lonely, and meaner than a pit bull with a bone."

"Charming."

"Yeah.... So I figured, your an attractive--"

"Thank you."

"-- attractive, young, female, liar. You look innocent enough to charm an angel into selling his soul. You can tame this old pit bull."

Carolyn stayed quiet for a moment. She processed everything he had just said. It wasn't like her to do things like this. But she trusted David. He wouldn't ask her unless he knew it would be good.

This is starting out good. I might keep this one.