And that was the last I saw of them. ****************************** And that was the end of her narrative. I put down the papers. My heart was poundin.... While I didn't recall much about the first part of her story, I certainly remember the second part...vividly. You see, my name's Steven, and I'm the masked man. I was a little puzzled, though. I looked in the envelope again. Aha! There was one more paper that I'd missed. I unfolded it. It was a hand-written note. Hi Steven, Theses are pages. I open the door and she sits in the back.“Morning Danny, lovely day, it’s hard not to love days like these, don’t you think?” She had noticed my excitement, which pleased me.“Yes Miss Francine, I do think so.” I smile to myself and drive her to work. At the first set of lights, we come to a stop, and two vehicles flank us, one transit van and an SUV. I gaze at Francine through the rear view, she’s not even looking. It all feels tense for a minute as they stare at us, the light’s go amber. As we walked back, Denise asked me some really personal questions about sex and marriage. I tried to skirt the issue but the alcohol still gave me quite a buzz and I was flattered she felt comfortable enough to ask me. She asked when me and my wife had first had sex and was surprised our wedding night was the first time we had intercourse. She was also very happy because she said she too was a virgin and wanted her wedding night to be special. She asked if we did anything sexually before. 'eeeewwoowe', she said on seeing his nail, flesh and blood sticking to her designer sandal sole, 'you idiot tries to ruin my manholo blahnik sandals you know how much these costs 1500$ and your miserable life doesn’t even buy a buckle of it, I should have skinned you alive for this and get a new pair of sandals made out of your skin but your skin is already broken lot' she shouted, by that time servant was back on his knees with a big trolley covered with silk cloth, she orders him to clean.