I saw Mr Staring Man approach the entertainer have a word with him and gave him some money. The performer started playing the song ‘ What is Love’...and another man started dancing in the style of Bez from The Happy Mondays. As the song finished Mr Staring Man came straight over to where I stood.He said ‘I think you are very beautiful can I please take you for a few drinks’ I'd had men approach me before chatting me up on nights out but never so boldy and in the middle of the day. With being on. He liked these Jewish treats, a proclivity he kept secret from his fellow courtiers. The confectioners of his own people never made these nuts as well as the Jewish ones, skipping the brief brining the Jews gave their almonds before sweetening. Achnai poured the wine, and they got down to business. ‘I have a commission for you,’ the vizier stated plainly. ‘Yes?’ the Hebrew smith answered, hoping that his guest didn’t pick up the raw excitement in his voice. A royal commission! With the money he. Well not really. Just a coffee between two friends who have never met.I chose a public place. The local Morrisons supermarket cafe - I know - real romantic!I got here early and sat in the car park for ages just waiting, nerves getting the better of me.Should I call it off, do I really want to meet him. We have some really racey conversations on line, why spoil it.I went in and loitred around the cafe entrance and as I looked up I saw this amazing man walking towards me. That must be him I. The hairy blob she was sucking off was just about to blow his load when some other guys burst in, shouted something in Spanish and started shooting. Hairy Blob jerked and spurt into her mouth at the same instant a bullet tore through his brain and splattered it against the wall. A second later, she felt a sharp yank on her hair. After that, nothing. Only the dark, and the cold.She tried for another uncountable time to move, to make a sound. To do anything. Again, there was nothing. Nothing but.