Next, I spotted the boss. He was fat sweaty Columbian in a cheap suit. I already didn’t like him. He carried a case identical to mine. The cocaine. ...��You’re late.’ he said with more spit than sound. ‘Only one minute. You’ll live.’ I said in a caviler tone. In an instant the two guards were at my sides pinning me to the car and I didn’t resist yet. ‘I should kill you for your disrespect.’ He said. Spit flying as he pronounced the ‘p’. ‘You should, but you won’t.’ I said switching to Spanish ‘If. It took a few seconds to realise it was a scalpel.The man seemed to smile, though his eyes were not smiling, as he moved the scalpel towards her left breast, which she suddenly realised was tied with rope, making her breasts stand out, hard and straight. Mesmerised, she watched as the man moved the scalpel towards her nipple. And without a word, sank the point of the doctor’s knife in her breast, just to one side of the nipple.Trying to hold stock still, so he would not cut her accidentally,. “Someone’s ill,” I lied as explanation, “I’ve gotta hurry, sorry.”I didn’t have to wait long for a taxi to come whisk me to BigMarket. Jim was on the shop floor, frantically directing traffic as the staff tallied all the tills manually and wrote everything down for later entry.After a while, I worked out that there were two problems. The first, simply, was that the power to the tills had tripped. It was just a normal circuit breaker, and an experimental flip of the switch turned everything back. Not too bad. I mean it was kind of intermittent if you know what I mean,” I said. He seemed as nervous or even more so than I was.We got the coffees and a dozen not all that fresh donuts and returned to the waiting area.When we arrived back at the waiting room, we got the news: there was no news, not yet.More muted and meaningless conversation. Then it was 9:59 P.M., and the doors to the action in the back swung open. Doctor Snodgrass came striding toward us.“It’s a girl; six pounds nine.