“Knock knock I’m here for my iPhone” I said all chirpy and bubbly. Great now I look like a bimbo. “I brought lunch for you to it’s the least...I could do”“Shut up, close and lock the door, and sit down”“…. What I’m here for-““I know what you’re here for do what I say!”All I’m thinking is what happened to the charming man that I bumped into yesterday. I did what he said and sat down. Without saying any thing he got up and walked over to me swung his leg over my lap and sat on the desk. All I could. That last moment in that town when I had run out of choices and was bursting from hiding with no thought but to take someone with me and then standing in shock as the cavalry arrived. The nights of kneeling by Mary's hospital bed, praying desperately for my daughter's life and then feeling her fingers touch my hair and her whispered "Mamma?".I reached down with my left hand and touched the other book where it snuggled in another side pocket. I thought of another old saying I had always loved.. Bit disappointed, I kept moving around the edge of the bed, still feeling the top of it as I went. I reached a wall, so I back tracked my steps, again still feeling the bed as I moved. I was sure I heard the door close again so there must be someone new in the room now. I kept fumbling around, and then suddenly I felt a bang on my head, and a voice, “Ouch.” I think it was another person’s head, we clashed, I reached out towards it, and the other person was doing the same, so our hands. Her legs werecovered by a navy blue skirt and pantyhose and black high heels crownedher feet. Those blue eyes looked at me and seemed to be inspecting myphysical appearance which frightened me, but somewhere gave me falsehope about the relationship I fantasized about. "Devin Marx, yes?" she asked, her thick, Russian accent hanging in theair. "Yes." I replied, trying to offer a friendly smile with my answer."Mr. Marx, I am Natasha Broycovich and I am here to tell you have beenchosen for.