I tried to concentrate on looking for a pair of trousers. As I flicked through the wardrobe she spoke again.“You also have a neat nice arse”“Ok,...missy….. I really do think it’s time you went” I said firmly.“I only said you have a nice arse, and it true” she beamed. I can’t help it if you keep showing it to me”“Look, I think this has gone far enough” I said firmly. you really should leave”.“But I’m only paying you a compliment, I like looking at your body, and I could tell how you were looking. He went right for the cut flowers thinking a bouquet would do the trick, to put some color in his otherwise gray life. After staring at the varieties in front of him, he thought it useless to pick something so beautiful but will inevitably die in a few days. At that moment the counter girl noticed his reluctance and asked if she could help him. He told her, “I would like something special for myself that won’t die like these,” pointing to the vases of cut flowers, “I think I want something that. ” And so I did. Her performance was captivating. She moved gracefully and in command of her body. You could feel the energy flowing through her. When she finished, the judges, who had to be made of stone, merely thanked her and indicated that she would have their decision within the week. “How did it go?” I asked. “They never show their thinking. I have to wait.” “You must be starved.” “Yes, but I stink like whore on payday too,” she teased and brushed by me. “If you say so,” I offered, “you. It's hard to know what to think sometimes. I mean take this. I'm the new guy and you got me in on the wetwork already. Either I should be honoured at Mr Koontz's trust in me or freaking scared shitless at the lack of professionalism."Wolfe laughed. It was a mirthless sound."Mr Koontz gives all the new guys an assignment like this. You'll understand."Ow, what the fuck, James Jackson thought. His head felt like it had been used as the ball in a volleyball match. He opened his eyes and stared.