I should punch that prick in the face right now. But all I did was pick up a box and pack my things. My pens, my pencils, my notebooks, my papers, all...of it. I couldn't even look my co-workers in the eye and vice-versa.It wasn't until closed the trunk of my car until my knees buckled and I collapsed against my car in tears. I wasn't concerned about my livelihood or bills to pay. This was my life. It wasn't great, it wasn't flashy but it was mine. I helped make stories for those kids who sat at. You’re right, though, I’m already being paid pretty well.” He kind of shook his head and with a sneer on his face and added, “You know, you guys are damned hard to kill. Two shots and two misses. You know, that’s playin’ hell with my reputation.”As his comment soaked in, my rage overshadowed my fear. “You killed Jackie? You FUCK!”He didn’t like that. He raised the gun and put the barrel against my forehead and hissed, “That was your fault, asshole! If you’d stood still for another second, maybe. I then see him laugh a little – “Same for me, Ms. Ana. We are part time neighbors it seems! I’m in 26; I can only assume you’re in 24 right next to me, because the other doors have a stack of mail and notices hard to miss.” I found myself impressed with his reasoning and attention to detail. Even more so when he unbuttoned his coat, revealing even more of that hypnotizing male cologne he was wearing that had me weak in the knees moments after, as if knowing its powers. Being an old elevator,. In College mom and Shelly and two other girls rented a house and had wild parties all the time and most of those ended up becoming wild sex parties and thankfully mom recorded those with a cam corder. It would appear that they would turn on the camera and whoever was not fucking was to grab it a tape what was going on. And lucky for me, mom kept the camera in the same box with the tapes so I went and plugged it in and popped a tape in and hit playback and watched my college age mom and her.