Margaret followed them and was happy when they went into Yancy's. 'A happy Sailor is a drinking Sailor', Margaret mused. The Sailors sat at a table an... asked the barman to have a pitcher of 'the good stuff' and some mugs brought over. Margaret took a stool at the bar and asked for a mug of 'the good stuff' too.The first sign that things were not right was one of the Sailors taking a healthy slug from his mug and then spitting it out all over his mates. They started to yell at him until they. I took things too fast. In my hunger for you, I forgot to woo you properly. Please give me another chance.”I was a mess the whole day, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch right out of the box and staring at my cell phone like she could see me through it. I wasn’t ready to call her yet, though I knew I would. I knew it like I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. My body, still wet and eager, knew it even better than I did.Even Toronto was moody, refusing to chase after his toys when I threw them (as I. Knowingly I tripped the main switch of the house. What happen? She asked me. I think electricity has gone didi; wait for some time it will come. I replied. I switched on the main switch around midnight. I switched off all the lights of the house and went to her room. When I entered her room, I literary had gone mad upon seeing her. She was in deep sleep but her towel was fully open. I saw her nude body for some time and also took some snaps in my smartphone. I switched off her room light and. .. no they'd brought her in on charges of prostitution. I was here on my own free will. Wasn't I? I couldn't remember why I was there. I no longer cared.I stood up and burst out of the precinct's doors. My feet carried me as I fled from my nightmare: the whore with the witch eyes.I should have run back to my apartment. I should have run to a friend's house. I should have run somewhere with a place in mind, instead of just running. Running. I ran from her. I ran from everything she represented..