This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce calle... into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce dropped her umbrella as the scream startled her. She looked around for a phone booth to call the police from. There! About 20 feet away. She booked it towards the red windowed booth and started dialing. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce screamed as a hand slammed against the. ‘So, what can I do for you, Miss d’Lephant?’ ‘Uhm, uh, well. I am supposed to interview you for the paper’s new feature page on uh…. What?’ Mr. Mattanthas was laughing. ‘I’ve never seen a journalist so nervous! What’s the matter?’ he asked. ‘What?’ My first reaction was to deny it. ‘I’ve interviewed a lot of people more famous than you. Why should I be nervous?’ ‘Dunno. Why should you be?’ ‘Eh?’ At that we both snorted and started laughing all over the place. ‘That was the most articulate. ‘I thought you went to bed?’ As I walked into the room the flicker on the TV caused me to look in that direction and guess what? He was on the porn channal. I smiled and said casually, ‘A fuck movie’, sounds like she is enjoying it, and sat down on the other side of the sofa he was on. Crossing my legs and sliding forward on the seat, encouraged my stocking tops to come into full view, and I heard his full sharp intake of breath. ‘My god’ he uttered, ‘How old did you say you were?’ and as I. And now I had a new challenge right into my hands. Below me, my hands were trembling as I slid down my back to sit. My heart was beating heavily, rapidly, shouting at me to open it up already. I was being torn in half. One part of me wanted me to rip it open and snatch the contents that it held like some kind of kid at Christmas. The other wanted me to throw it out the window and forget I even decided to buy it.But alas, the first voice was screaming louder than the ladder. I dug and pried at.