Even though he was a wonderfully handsome man. And a few years passed... I would tell the story from time to time to illustrate the perfidy of men or ...o laugh at my own credulity. In time I even struggled to remember him, what he looked like. But from time to time I'd hear him in my mind saying, 'When we meet, that's it, you're mine. And then I'm going to fuck ya and breed ya.' He had such a strong Dublin accent. When I first chatted to him, I'd understand about a third of what he was saying.. She said besides that they left her a really nice tip.All the police sat around the table and ordered dinner. Ben and Marti told their mom about the ride in the cruiser. Stacy was being teased by all my friends. She knew she could handle it now. She gave back as good as she got. Stacy heard one of my buddies say that if I let this one get away to give him a call and he would be nice to me and shoot me.After the dinner Stacy thanked each officer for helping her move and said that she really. We’ll come back and see Mom tomorrow, and then I’ll call and let you know how she’s doing.”“That’s really good news!” He responded as he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m so glad things are looking positive. How’s your Dad doing?”“A little better now, I think.” She replied, and he could hear the positivity in her voice. “This has been a real shock, but at least the prognosis is favorable so we’re both starting to relax a little. Anyway I probably should get going; I spoke to John a. If you exclude the possibility, are you truly confronting the demon? Or trying to avoid him, and thus succumbing to him?”“I hate this! It’s too risky!” I sobbed.“Life is full of risks, Steve. There are no safe plays. Ever. Everything we do has consequences. You may not see them right away - it could be years down the road when the negative consequences hit. Think about cigarette smoking. Other than perhaps a slight cough or maybe a sore throat you’re fine, but then thirty years later you have.