I asked around but none of my firm's clients are looking either."Ellen stubbed her cigarette out and climbed out of bed. "It figures. I'll find someth...ng."Fully dressed, Ben headed out to the kitchen and Ellen, still covered in sex, followed him. After grabbing a bagel and pouring a glass of orange juice, Ben handed his wife the bottle of juice and she filled a glass half full. Then, she topped it off with vodka.While Ben munched on his breakfast, Ellen slowly drank hers. "You know," she said,. She’d been amused every day, as she watched Roger come to work and go home. This had become her new hobby. Stalking her prey. The only time she didn’t see what he did was at lunch. And that must have been when he left today. Sandra went inside the beauty palor and asked a young girl if she could look at their phone book. She knew Roger’s last name, knew his address on account of having followed him home every night for the last week. He never noticed, too much already weighing on his mind. She. Been there, done that, and the t-shirt didn't fit.So for the next few weeks we played cat and mouse. She was always seeking me out, trying to flirt with me and I was always avoiding her, but remaining friendly and cordial to her when we did meet.Then one day after our last class, she cornered me, "Why are you avoiding me? Do I have BO or something?"So being brutally honest I told her, "Listen, I know you're trying to start something up with me. But I don't know where you want this to go. And I. . just in case. What seemed like abit of mist, smoke from a firepot or a strand of the tear gas, driftedout and around the men.They stopped, immobilized for just a moment. Then the taller man beganto twitch. "What the hell? All of a sudden, I itch... itch all over."They both dropped their rifles and began to scratch at the sleeves oftheir shirts. In a frenzy, they pulled off their gloves and archedtheir fingers to scratch better. Neither noticed that his hands weregetting smaller, more.