Here is where i mess up, thinking back, stupidly i get up to use the restroom, leaving my drink behind, i had maybe 2 or 3 bye this time, so i come ba...k and casually finish the rest of the drink, during this time a guy sits next to me and we start talking, he was a black man, very built, charming, and good looking. obviously flirting with me, I am almost drunk and flirt back, we talked for quite a while, and i agree to leave with him. all night long there were warning signs but i don't notice. "Seven years they gave me Angie." he said bitterly."And I never saw a bloody penny of the cash." How long did you actually serve?" I asked him and took hold of his hand again."Four years, two months, four days, three hours and twenty-one minutes." How long have you been out?" This is my first job." So you've not had a lot of experience with the ladies?"He shook his head and smiled shyly."None at all Angie."I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost eleven o' clock."It's not too late you. Put a little something in mine, but not too much because I have to run over to the Village before supper." Your wish is my command," he said, stepping around them, holding his nose in mock dismay at their smell, "I'm sure glad that you two used your deodorant this morning or there would be no getting near you." Shaking their heads, they watched him disappear into the house as they gathered up their tools and put them away. Trudging up the steps, both of them looked like a pair of horses that. His voice was a strong indication, that his mind was made up…that there was no room for discussion. Melissa stood frozen in place…confused, seemingly nervous. Her lips were quivering, as if she wanted to say something. “But…but…I need your help. I’m at my wits end. Steve, I’m asking for your help.” Melissa appeared to be on the verge of tears. The last few drops of her wine had been swallowed. Her hand was shaking when she placed the wine glass on a table. “Melissa,” Steve said. “You.