Why did he always pick the psycho ones? Alexander paced the kitchen in his parent’s Greenwich home. He had inherited it ten month earlier when his m...ther had died, leaving him alone in the world. He had thought to sell it at the time as he had been living in New York and had been employed at a prestigious Wall Street bank. His plans had changed drastically when he lost his job during the downturn, and he realized that he would not be able to pay rent on his Manhattan apartment past the end of. I stood and nodded to both men until my host got up to do what he must.I shook hands with the man and I saw that he had piercing blue eyes that seemed to go right through a person. I had met people like that before. Sometimes it was just the look that came naturally but other times it was one that was learned in front of a mirror.Mr Leopold said, "I see you gentlemen have already begun."Mr Rouson said, "A preliminary look at what is available. Some of the figures are — very high. All of them. He stepped into the room put his arms around my wife and gave her a long hard kiss."What the fuck are you doing here!" I managed to get out after a few seconds of disbelief. The happiest moment of my life had instantly changed to the worst. Linda broke from the kiss and turned to me with concern. "Rob, I'm sorry, I was just about to explain. Chad has been feeling a little left out lately because of the wedding and all. He agreed to let me marry you but he thought if he could be with me tonight. Quarters did not pass by the following day. A day later, however, I saw him skulking and twitching in front of my gate.“Why don’t you come in for a beer,” I called to him from my front veranda.I watched as he opened the gate before slinking toward me.“Thanks,” he said as I handed his beer over, before once more also giving him another box of cigarettes, which he also thanked me for.With a very sheepish look on his face, Quarters now said, “I’m sure that I’ll be utterly useless at giving you a.