The white guy had white pieces, Jerome used the guy’s black. While the game was going on, Jerome took a call from a business associate, chatted away...as he played. It irritated the opponent, but Jerome did not seem to care. He kept moving pieces within the allotted time. Despite the phone distraction, my guy won. He handed me the winnings, saying as he put the bill in my hand, “This can be your souvenir of our time together.”I said, “Thank you, but I couldn’t possibly reciprocate. I’m not that. "Naturally I was quite intrigued by the whole thing so I gave Marc a call and told him exactly what Maggie and Patsy told me." Why would you do that?" Because Marc is trustworthy."You do know about the representative of an accounting firm that is supposed to be calling around early this afternoon, don't you Kenneth?" Yes I believe that Marc mentioned it, but that's his department why would that be of any interest to me? I mean Marc is more than capable of handling things." Obviously it wouldn't. “I was searching for a better adjective, but ‘lumpy’ describes it perfectly.” “That is because the insert is re-shaping your arch,” he explained, showing me with his hand how the foot bends over the insert. “May I try something else?” he asked, gesturing for me to sit down again, which I did, taking care to hold onto my hem. He removed the right shoe and then, taking my right foot in both hands, he rested it against his thigh, explaining that he was going to massage it to loosen the ligaments,. Eleven o'clock came and went. Candy, the brunette who looked an awful lot like Craig's team leader, came on shift and Craig slipped two fives into her g-string. His groin twitched watching the front of her panty nestle itself under her sparse hair. Usually, he'd close out his tab and leave after having a drink with Candy, but this night Craig just hung around, occasionally trading his empty beer bottle for a full one. It was last shift, and he had no reason to get up early on Saturday.