I knew I had to answer it.I stopped on Mike and sprang up to my feet. The phone was ringing for the fifth time. I sprinted to the desk and reached ove... grabbing the phone. It was my manager, he called asking if everything was OK with close up. I said yes and he asked if that gentleman had left the store. I lied and said yes. He then asked if everything was alright and I said yes. I just wanted my manager to stop talking but didn't want to seem over anxious. I told him I let the man use our. Ibet you can even walk in those boots, heh." My sweater was very tightshowcasing way too much of my boobs and I suddenly felt that Lola wasn'tadmiring it, I think she was mad at me for looking this good. Shegrabbed my hair. "This much blonde must of cost a fortune." She threw itback at me with disgust. Something was wrong and I was wishing Maggiewas here. "Is everything okay?" I asked. "Why are you dressed likethat?" I took a step back and tried to defuse the situation. "Would youlike a drink?". The guy that saw my tits the first time, watching again, stops me. He goes, wait, wait, wait. Laughing, with his fingers beckoning his friends, he tell them, come here and watch this. I knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted his friends to see my tits as I bent over. They stood at the other end of the table. He says OK, go ahead, break. Between smoking that joint and the drinks I was definitely loose. Didn't really care I was about to show some tit. I bend again, I hear, nice tits!! I glance. Sleep last night had been short, shallow and full of disjointed scenes that played in my head. Walking along corridors. The mole on Ruya’s face. Driving across town under police escort. Thoughts and dreams about irrelevant details and things I might have said or done had taken up at least half of the short time I had to rest up. Frankly. I wasn’t doing so well. There was a reason I had reached out to Asim, after all.Stein seemed to understand it, but had little to offer except some encouraging.