‘I’m here to ask you about a reference you gave for Allen Carson.’ His eyes widened and he bolted toward the back of the bar. I guess he was shy... I took off after him. This was more like it. Hunter and hunted. Predator and prey. A waitress that I would have given a tip to wear a sack over her head stepped right out in front of me and went flying as I elbowed her aside. The patrons started scrambling and shouting. I snatched one of the pool cues off the wall and tossed it at his feet as Vern. Apart from angling her head up slightly to stay focused on my face as I approached (I was a good foot taller), she did not move a muscle. ‘Hello,’ I said, smiling. ‘I’ve seen you on the train, haven’t I?’ She made no reply. She looked confused and maybe even scared. I extended my hand. At first the gesture seemed to be completely lost on her, but after a long pause she dropped her right hand into mine (leaving her left hand incongruously parked under her chin) and gave me by far the feeblest. We left to home. Our house is a 2 bedroom flat. My parents sleep in one room, I sleep in one bedroom and my sister sleeps in a hall. She uses my room for dress changing. My room has an attached bathroom. Whenever she comes to my room she asks me to leave the room. I wait outside the room and watch television. She took bath and wear a white color nighty and came outside. The whole day a sort of horny feeling started on my sister. I know it’s wrong but cannot stop the feeling. She started talking. Mark Evandrosarrived here last week, and your name is listed as co-renter." She smiled,revealing a row of straight, white teeth. "It looks like he's been waitingfor you for a while now, sir." A week?! What the hell?" Marion replied. "I thought he wasn't supposed to behere until a day or two ago!" You will have to take that up with your partner," the woman replieddiplomatically as she handed Marion a key card with which to access hissuite. "Your suite is on the third floor, number twenty-four.".