"How considerate for you to ask," he spat, "My evening was shit. It got shitter when you were not so considerate with keeping the door in hand."I shr...gged at him, not really knowing what to answer next. Then I felt his firm hands grasping my wrists, raising my hands to eye level. He plucked my front door key from my fingers and dropped my arms, then swiftly he slid the key into the lock, twisted and held open the door for me. I stumbled in and landed squarely on my large leather sofa, quite. .. he's right behind me!" The girl manages to pant out.The woman looks around but cannot see anyone, but she ushers the girl inside saying, "It's all right now, it's all under control." her tone placate the child who starts to relax and she begins to cry as she realise that the worse is over.Suddenly there is a knock on the door and the girl gasps in fright. The woman holds her, "Quick, hide in the next room." She tells the girl who does as she is told.The girl listens at the door as the woman. I stopped at a grocery store Deli. From it I bought a tuna salad sandwich and their smallest container of cole slaw. Both items and a can of diet coke found their way into the leather case on the front of my bike.The drive to the park would have taken probably fifteen minutes in my car. On the bike it took almost twice that. I didn't mind since it was a warm spring day. It was just chilly enough for the bomber jacket. I hated that the bomber jacket wasn't original, but I think I would have had. She worked selling high class clothing bought on the black market(one could get most any thing on the black market if the price was right).and did well enough to help support her elderly parents. I bought a silk smoking jacket designing the back myself while her mother stitched it on by hand and it seemed to draw us close as I spent a fair amount of time with her. I got her a lot of business with my shift colleagues so she invited me to spend a night with her while her elderly parents turned a.