That thought alone makes me tingle on the butter soft grey leather seats of the luxury sedan. He wears a big faced watch that doesn't look familiar to...me, though it screams good taste. A well-defined bicep is concealed by a crisp, starch pressed, pale pink, sharply tailored shirt that I'm sure has a tag on the inside of it that says 'dry clean only'. Silver cuff links rest snugly at the cuff, and are low key and classy. "What kind of cologne are you wearing Monia?" my inner whore asks. "Tom. . if I got to sleep.I decided to kick back one or two at Plato's Place on the way home ... home? Damn, I thought, Is that how I perceive that fucking motel room now, as my home?When I walked into Plato's I almost turned right around and walked back out again; Terry was sitting at the bar and I wasn't sure I was in the mood to talk to him. I was there to forget my troubles, talking to him would do the opposite; oh well, who was I kidding, one or two drinks wasn't going to make me forget anyway.. The crossbow was now cocked and all one had to do was to drop the bolt into place, aim, and shoot. With a little practice, an aimed shot could be fired every 5-8 seconds. It could be done even faster with some experience.Why was I choosing women for this job? I didn’t know for sure, I was just following a hunch. It was worth a try, and if it didn’t work, I could bring in men to learn the job.It took about a week to get everything arranged. We set up a production line for manufacturing the. What have you been up to since I saw you last?" Oh, a little of this and a little of that, you know." Wife? Girlfriend?" She asked as if she didn't know, but I didn't let her know that I knew that she knew."No. Neither. Never seemed to meet anyone that could be special. How about you?" No, me neither. It's hard when you are a single mother, you know." Oh?" No, you don't know that, do you? Yes, I have a daughter." So, is she coming home soon?" Oh no. She's eighteen and moved out a few months.