Pete tried to reply back, screaming "My wife is in there." It didn't appear the big guy could even hear him. Pete tried one more time and the big guy ...rabbed him. Pete tried to elbow the guy but ended up getting punched in the stomach. The huge guy dragged Pete to the room next door and tossed him inside. Pete jumped up and ran to the door but the guy shut it fast and he could hear it being locked from the outside. Pete was trapped in the room. Pete began to violently bang on the door and tried. It says "hello! I see you and I accept you as you are." A smile, if genuine and sincere, also disarms her and helps lowers her guard. 2) Talk to her. If you are in a grocery store, It may be a simple question like "where's the juice?". In a bar, it may be more elaborate like not having seen her before or you being there the first time or whatever - but you need to get the conversation going. Find out where she's from, what she does and why she is there? Take real interest in her. Make her feel. Like I said; a soap opera. And, like all soaps, this story needed a villain. I was more than happy to step in.I approached her one night at her apartment--inviting myself over with the ruse of needing to discuss the perfect birthday gift for my wife--armed with photographs of Anne and her ex-fiance taken only the week before.It's not that I wanted to cause Anne any distress. It's just that I wanted her."What the fuck? You followed me!?!" she screamed."I did. You'd been acting... differently,. Well about midnight I decided I had had enough fun with her and the bar in general, so I got up and walked to the restroom before heading home. I couldn't help but wink at Tammy once more as I walked by her on my way to the bathroom. She leered at me again and turned away in a huff. I smiled at the bartender and walked into the restroom. Well the back door was right beside the bathroom so I turned to head out. I had walked a few steps when I heard a voice aside of me say, you really think I.