The story could be tad long, so please hang in there. Here’s how the story goes.I met her at our college’s orientation program, the first day of t...e semester. She seemed like the silent one with a straight face, somebody one shouldn’t mess with. But I took my chance and broke the ice. Well, initially we shared pleasantries like every newbie does in a fresher party, however I wanted to know more about her so I got her a glass of soda from the buffet that was served to us, kind of a gesture to. I already called you a cab." With that, she hung up, andClancy was concerned.***Clancy walked into the captain's office and was immediately greeted by alook of contempt. She scowled at him from behind her desk and thenstood, very slowly. "Sergeant Grunburg, I'm going to have to ask you tohand in your badge and your firearm."He narrowed his eyes. "What?"She tapped at a file folder on her desk. "You've been a regular attendeeat HARP meetings the past two months. Or, at least until they. How the sent her skin to tingle and make her run her hands over herself. A sharp knock brought her back from these thoughts and through the door she heard “Hi its Marvin”. She opened the door and stood shocked. Often she forgot how handsome he looked, especially when he looked at her in “that way”. “come in, dinners ready you look nice” she said as she hugged him. Marvin smiled “wow you look really nice! Something seems different about you… a new dress, Hair style I can’t tell” flattered Marvin. I needed a head start, but I didn't have my bus schedule. No matter - I had worked for over thirty years in lower Manhattan until relocating to an office in Midtown. Today, I would skip my usual bus into Midtown and take the PATH train into the World Trade Center where I had worked for years and knew the transfer trains to midtown by heart. (Those same transfer trains were also the way to Yankee Stadium and Shea Stadium.)Had I not started early, my normal schedule would have had my train arrive.