And his kid is using his father’s baton-thing to beat the crap out of me.”“Good thing he had something for self-defense, with you being a martia... artist and all. I have all I need. I’ll get this recording to the DA. Thanks for your time.”“Self-defense? He...”The cop interrupted me.“I have what I need. Thanks, Mr. Magrin.”Somehow, I knew that this wasn’t going to end well.I knocked on the door, waited, then knocked again. When she finally opened it, she looked me up and down before saying. Like Dora, she seems to thrive on drama and making scenes, while like me, you prefer your life to be quiet and peaceful. She's going to miss you some day, but by then I hope some other more appreciative woman is going to realize what a treasure you are and have you long stolen away for herself!"I think she realized then that she had overplayed her hand a little bit and she went right back to being pretty, quiet and mysterious. The clinch on my hand didn't lessen however. Her kitchen friends. There was no reaction, she just carried on chatting. Then as she reached down to put a clean glass on the shelf she, in turn, squeezed my left buttock.“When we close at 2, do you want to stay behind for a drink?” I asked her.“OK”, was the only reply and I slipped upstairs to make a cup of tea. I drank the tea, tried to read but most of the time watching the clock tick round to 2 pm. I heard Ivy ring the 10 minute bell and went down to join her. Our lunchtime trade was starting to improve but it. Donald arrived home just a few minutes after five o’clock.“Good game, Don?”“Not bad: our team won. How was your day, Jean?”“Oh, just the usual! I’ve done liver and bacon for dinner.” He smiled as he went to wash up before eating.In bed that night Jean lay awake for some time after her husband was asleep, replaying as much as she could remember about the day in her head, but eventually she fell asleep.On Monday morning when she got up she was disappointed to see that it had been raining during.