At one of the benches sat a man, his eyes glued to the open book in his hands. The woman kept her distance, passing by on the nearby path twice, as sh... wrestled with her conscience. She would not usually dare to approach anyone in public, for anything, least of all a complete stranger with the intentions she had. Repeating her mantra to herself in her head, 'You can do this, you CAN do this!', she finally took a deep breath, bit back her nerves, and approached the bench.She sat opposite him,. ” Jenny backed out of the room but nodded to encourage her ‘boss’. The two of them smiled at Dave in a friendly manner and he returned the visual.The man reached forward to shake Dave’s hand, “I’m Al Berker and this is Helen Ursinger.” He passed two business cards to Dave. Al was a stocky guy slightly shorter than Dave, and probably in superb shape given the look of the arm muscles in his golf shirt. Helen was an attractive blonde also in her middle thirties.Al explained, “We’re with Spring. .. what the fuck are you doing?”He held up a finger then, and gave her a quick glare that shut her right up. He was serious. Scary serious. When he looked down at the blood, the look was so solemn it made her insides clench, and it only got worse when he put his hand into the blood. He kept humming, louder, and louder, until he found the frequency to make the very cave resonate.She took a step back, but Jacob’s other hand rose, and gestured her to step closer. His joking smile was gone, and now. Who knows? I'm not in much of a position to pass any judgements.I also managed to confirm what a guy I know who worked in clothing sales before told me. Some women do have very bad dress sense and buy things that don't suit them. That's one problem with fashion, if this seasons imposed look isn't your thing you have to try and wear it anyway. You get to walk around looking silly until it's gone and you can safely throw it away.One woman who must have been about forty bought a top that a.