The room was not entirely dark because some light was coming in through the door. Then she remembered:After her dance with George she had sat drinking...her coffee, feeling she was in a dream. Elsie's chatter and laughter seemed to flow over her and she was afraid to look at George so great was her desire to have him touch her. She remembered speaking but couldn't remember what about.When at last she had risen to go, Elsie wouldn't hear of it, insisting that she couldn't go back to an empty. "We saw him twict yesterday, yessir. When we got off that miserable steamer down on the river wharf, there he was, bigger'n life and ugly as sin, sitting in his shiny black carriage, wavin' and smilin', pleased as punch. Makin' jokes about Early. He was right glad to see us, an' that's no fooling." He paused to gnaw a corner from his plug of dark tobacco.When he could talk again, the bewhiskered man continued, "Then the brass hats finally made up their damnfool minds 'bout which way we was to. Hopewell in high school math, and a professional outfit. She held up abadge. "Mr Jones, please open the door. This will only take a moment."Okay, with a voice like that either he was about to be arrested, or oneof the boys had called him a police themed stripper. He sighed,attempted to hide that his little Jones was excited, and opened the door.----The badge had been from a beatcop who had attempted to arrest her forstreet walking, and then had offered to let her go if he was given a. "Thanks, Ben... For what you did earlier."I received a shock when he actually smiled back at me."You're welcome, Benji," he said. "If any of these guys gives you trouble, you let me know."Yes, he wasn't so bad looking when he smiled. I watched him walk down the hall away from my desk, his cowboy boots clunking loudly on the floor. He had a nice bubble butt in his tight jeans. As he turned the corner, I saw his head turning back towards me and I quickly looked away before he could catch.