I needed groceries. While none of us had similar reasons to go here, we all found ourselves in it together, and as much as I didn’t like being lumpe... in with them, there was something comforting about knowing we had a common goal. There was no eye contact as we marched towards the store, and as soon as we passed through the automatic glass doors, we all split up and went our separate ways, without so much as a whisper. The journey was over. Back to square one, I became a man on a mission. I had. I told her I loved the fact they were tight on her, that they showed her figure, and that her daughter had worn them. "I bet I've forgotten to show you her pictures, "she said. I'll get some to show you. She returned with several framed photos of connie in hgih school and college, and a scrapbook of all kinds of photos. Connie was a beauty...looked to be her mother's mirror image, and dressed to kill. "Oh." she laughed, you will like a few of these. She turned the pages to a section which. But I enjoyed the attention. One guy in particular used to go out of his way to flirt with me, but he was good fun and we had a laugh so it was all good. I didn’t really fancy him and one time he really tried it on at a Christmas party. It was my own fault, I was on the verge of taking him back to my room at the hotel but my concience got the better of me at the last minute.The years passed, we both left the company and never thought I’d see him again. Anyway, last year I go to my best friends. She was sureb they wanted to kill Eric and she had told them all they wanted to know. She even told them about his secret. Did she cause him to lose his commission? She would never forgive herself if she had caused him harm.She had been interrogated by a plain cloth detective, but she had told him nothing. She would tell no one anything again. The detective painted her a bleak picture and showed her a visual of a public hanging, telling her that this is what would happen to her. He told her.