“Yeah, they did. It was good, but I’m still kinda hungry.”“Well, what about you get what we had and take it home?” Raymond offered.“Ooh, s...unds good.”“Can I get some ice cream?” Carmen asked.“Yeah, can I get some ice cream, too,” Juanita begged but sounding like a little girl.“Well, I guess so since you were both perfect girls at the game tonight. I didn’t have to stop either of you from running onto the field this game.” Everyone in the car shared a laugh from Raymond’s joke as they pulled out. My instincts had kept me alive then, but why were they tugging at me now? What had drawn me away from a cold beer and a chance to do the Rumba with a beautiful college brunette who kept winking at me across the dance floor? Shaking my head I just laughed at the picture of this 45 year old soldier dancing with a gorgeous 22 year old college student. I’m sure her friends would love it. Her long brown hair, mine graying from age. Damn, I could be her father. Looking around I noticed the waiters. "Shit girl!" said the thug who had the baseball bat, "Why are you fighting? Stop fighting us!" Yeah! We don't want to fight. We want to play!" said the other thug.Alyssa hung her head trying to regain her breath as the two thugs felt her up.The collapsed carboard boxes came alive as the thug leader crawled out of it with his knife. "Looks like you messed with the--" he was about to say, but suddenly Alyssa sprang back into action. With one foot to the left, she kicked the thug in the groin. He. Her wore dress pants and a dress shirt but the shirt un-tucked and un-ironed. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal veined muscular forearms. Computer work, thought Natasha, must keep him in shape. Mathew brought her back to the present. ‘So, how long have you worked here?’ ‘Oh…um, six months. And I’m sorry. I mean, I guess I haven’t seen you around. I didn’t mean to be rude’ she babbled. ‘It’s okay. You haven’t been working here that long and you haven’t had any computer problems before..