I noticed self-control and kept silent a few seconds and replied: "Where from do you know me????"Self control did a smile and said: "the other day, in...the supermarket!"I was wondering in silence a few seconds....he smiled....I´ve said to him: "Do you wanna come in ? Want coffee ?"Self-control didn´t know, but since the supermarket when i downed my dark glasses, was for have a good like on him, i thought myself on the moment i invited him to come in for a coffee, i said to myself very low,. " Tom looked at his face for some idea of what was going on, but his stony expression gave nothing away. He nodded his head and went to see what unpleasant business awaited him now.Tom was not in a good mood, but it had mellowed from the mornings activities. He was not prepared for the matronly exhibition that was waiting. She was five and half feet tall and Tom suspected that she was even larger around. She was sitting on one of the couches, because she couldn't fit in any of the chairs. She. She sat and cried.Her cellphone buzzed. "Miss McCornick," said a voice, "I understand you are looking for work. If you will come see me this afternoon, we may be able to do business, to offer you something interesting." Who is this?" she demanded."A friend," said the voice. He gave an address and said, "two o'clock. Don't be late. Write this down: 421 Freen Street, suite 17."She worked on her hair and make-up, slipped into her sexiest work dress, the one with the highest hemline and deeply. And, I noticed, it was oddly dark. Plus somebody was yelping something -- kinda muffled, though.You're probably way ahead of me. Hey, it was early morning and I was still barely awake; I figure nothing worth waking up for is going to happen until I get to the Starbuck's just outside my work stop. So I hadn't had my jolt of burnt, overpriced caffeine yet, and my brain was still in suspended animation.I could have been dead, though, and I still would have figured out what was what when my nose.