* It was the bottom of the first, and Ramirez struck out, ending the inning and stranding Gordon at third. Just like he had yesterday. My buddy Bill ...ook a slug of his overpriced microbrew and shook his head. It was another long season for the Mets—and tonight’s game was not starting out auspiciously. I drank from my beer, carefully trying not to get any on my tie, before realizing that the work day was over, and I didn’t need to wear the fucking tie anymore. So I took it off and jammed it. I was a big husky guy and was regularly called on to move furniture or office equipment by the various secretaries, so I dutifully followed. Nobody noticed anything out of the ordinary, and neither did I.As we went through her bosses office, she mentioned that he was out of town, then led me into the conference room. The first indication that something unusual was about to happen was when she locked the conference room door behind us. My engineering mind began trying to come up with an. They’re either sociopaths themselves or they’re what I call mundane folk, the sheep and other indicators of what I consider normal people. Me? I’m not a sociopath and I’m not a mundane. I don’t know what in hell I am. I can spot sociopaths easily enough, and they know me when they see me. Well, they don’t know what I am specifically but they can tell that I am more like them than not. All it takes is for me to look in their eyes and for them to look into mine. It’s the predator’s gaze, I guess.. "You know Tom, right?" John asks Brianna."You mean that young guy you used to work with? That was quite a stud if I remember correctly," Brianna responds."Yes, that one. He showed us this site, and he was very excited about it. They have some private spas that you can use with two persons. You are completely free to do whatever you want inside. He told us he went there with his girlfriend and they had some really good time there." John winks to Brianna, trying to mimic what Tom did, indicating.