After a week, I decided to talk to her. Next morning I went for a jog as usual and found her. Again while crossing her, I looked at her and smiled. Sh... saw me and just moved on. She didn’t smile back. I felt weird and went home. Next day, as usual, I went for a jog. Again while crossing her, I just looked at her. But surprisingly she gave a naughty-cute smile. I was shocked and I stopped. I went behind her and said “Hi”.She: hi.Me: I see you every day.She(smiling): hmm Then we introduced. ”I nodded enthusiastically and wondered just how he planned to pull this off on a crowded subway. I prayed to God he wasn’t considering the disgusting lavatory with its smell of vomit and other putrid odors.I needn’t have worried; my mystery man had no intention of moving anywhere. He nibbled on my earlobe and whispered, “I’m not a psycho killer, so you’ve no need to fear me.”Then I heard a switchblade open and felt myself tremble. He lifted the back of my dress and pressed the cool blade. ‘My name is… by the Maker… It’s Alex.’ He winced and squirmed as she bathed the wounds with hot water and a healing herb she carried with her. Lining his wounds with herbs she tied bandages around them and looked down at him. His breaths came in shallow wheezes, blood still oozed slowly from his wounds, his forehead still felt like fire. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through his hair. She had done all that she could, now it was up to fate. ‘More water?’ He gave a slight nod and raised his. He wasn’t particularly upset at the idea Jane might want to spell out whose assets were hers and which were his in the (he hoped) unlikely case that they split.That was, until he began reading the proposals in detail. Ah! The devil himself.So it was that on Sunday, exactly at 2:00 PM as the note specified, Jason was ringing the doorbell of the Jones’ residence.Jane’s mother, Iris, who had always been somewhat tepid, albeit polite, towards Jason, answered the door. Jason tried not to be curt.