Suddenly, I see a lot more. The Panopticon became the Panopticon and the sandwich shop. The Panopticon and the sandwich shop became the Panopticon, th... sandwich shop and choice encounters on the street. Never vocal encounters, no - it was too soon for that. Just enough times to see him where he ‘unknowingly’ becomes a part of her routine. Of course, he isn’t unknowing at all. Dramatic irony, they call it. Look it up.Clara #2 becomes Clara #4, a Clara on the hunt. A Clara that gets emboldened by. It had been a couple of years since I'd been in her home, not since her husband had died. Mr. Worthington had been a friend and we'd spent many afternoons sitting in his living room while he told me stories about flying fighter planes over Vietnam. The room really hadn't changed much and being there made me miss the old guy. As I stood there looking at a picture of him standing next to his F-4 she came in from the kitchen holding two glasses. I noticed right away that the one she handed me was. I tell him: — My ass thanks you from the bottom of its heart for your generosity. My last comment makes him laugh. Oh! I have dropped the note he gave me. I have to turn around and lean to pick it up. I hear him whisper: — A delight... For a girl like me who is a bit of an exhibitionist this situation where "I do not realize it but I am showing everything" is the best. I am having a whale of a time waitressing naked. I get tips and compliments, but it’s really a tiring job.. . how did you--" Would you like to be able to do that again?" the man asked, standing and fishing a twenty out of his wallet as he gestured the waitress over. When she arrived, he paid Greg's bill, told the young beauty to keep the very handsome tip, then repeated his hand wave in front of Greg's face."Thank you very much," the waitress said, flashing both men a smile. She hesitated, looking at Greg's shocked expression, and asked, "Are you okay, sir? Did you enjoy everything?"Greg was in.