Pushing my chair to the side, I leaned over the desk with my palms flat while pretending to read some papers, as if everything was normal. As if he wa... reading straight from a script I wrote, Randy opened the back door and started to say good morning but stopped just after 'good...' left his lips.In the long pause that developed, I shifted my legs a little back and forth, then finally bent over further and rested my elbows on the desk but never looked back to acknowledge his presence. I finally. Of course, after some time, Betty caught up to the fact that I was the one making the calls. So, she asked her parents to do something about it. My parents were called and then one day I found myself sitting in her living room with my parents and just about to be ripped a new asshole. It was a no win situation when the phone rang and it turned out to be the guy who was harassing her. I was let off the hook. I was back to making the calls within the next few days but that phone call from Jack. Somewhere, in a room tucked away with a door not only locked but hermetically sealed, something turns on with an audible click. The room itself is littered with little piles of dust with a larger pile in a pedestal in a corner. In the center of the room was a glass tube with machinery at where it meets the floor. Inside the glass, a nude man floats while seemingly asleep. The click happens again and the fluid in the glass slowly starts to drain. It's the exposure to air that wakes the man. I’m so far from that blissful feeling now and all I wish is that I had never woken up to that damn knock.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~When I come back into the apartment, Lauren is sitting on the couch, but now she’s fully dressed. She must have brought a clean pair of clothes because she’s sitting in a fresh looking, white pull over and a tight pair of black leggings. And of course, Lauren looks just as good in athleisure wear as she does in a designer dress. Her.