The guy had always seemed, to me, to be kind of more different than others I had encountered over the years. He was charming, always well turned out, ...lways in control, never aggressive in any way, I often wondered how he ever got to be successful in his job role. He also had a certain 'glint' in his sparkly eyes.Anyway, I was at this bar ordered up some food and while ordering, eating and drinking I kept occasionally looking over to the ever smiling guy, we'll call him Paul.When I finished up. She had never been inside it before, although this was her city where she had lived all her life.After minutes of hesitation she had walked through the brass and glass revolving doors. She knew she must look shabby in her rain soaked coat and dripping hair. But she had decided not to follow the door full circle and back out again. She had decided to walk across the shining marble floor to the night reception. She had asked the pimple faced receptionist the suite number of miss Angelique. It was my second week waitressing at a new sports bar, and I was still trying to feel comfortable in the new uniform: black baseball boots, thigh high black sports socks, really clingy Lycra shorts and a silky skin tight basketball vest that was knotted beneath my breasts. Don’t get me wrong, I’m tall and taut, a real gym bunny, until the corporate membership was cancelled. Long in the leg and full in the bust with 34d boobs and a real tight ass. But it’s a long way from designer business suits. It's loaded with .30 caliber balls and can't miss at this range. I 'spect that I'll take out 3 or 4 of y'all, at least, afore I go down, so what's it gonna be?"The galoot on the extreme right must have been a complete idiot, because he reached for his gun when the boss in the back of the room yelled, "GIT THE BASTARD! HE CAN'T KILL ALL OF Y'ALL!" Joe plugged him first and squeezed off the LeMat shotgun next. He was right about the shotgun—4 of the toughs fell from that and the first bozo was.