It was a little after 8.30am and I decided to phone straight away and clear up the fact that theyhad better not mess around with me or they would be o...t on the street beforethey knew it. I rationalised that in this case I would deal with the matter onthe telephone, and forgo my usual method of fronting up in person, which washardly surprising given what I had witnessed the previous day. The phone rangfor what seemed an eternity before a sleepy voice greeted me at the other end.It was Mark. I. How had I been so stupid? If he was with me—one of his students—he clearly had to be with another one. Or at least be experienced in the matter, right? But it doesn't add up. What's so special about Betsy? She's not all that. Or at least that's what I tell myself. In all truth, Betsy was a stunning blonde with icy blue eyes that made a striking contrast with her skin color. The bitch could even wear no make up and she'd still look hot. I suddenly felt jealous. It was spilling all. " Aww," she pouted.I wondered about that, but let it go. "I had nightmares too. Erroras a monster trying to pull me away from Ma and Pa, Error and monstersin the mall after me, pushing me toward the Dangerous Store. Heck, Ican't remember now if we actually encountered that Store Friday, or Idreamed it all." A Dangerous Store?" said Ruth. "It was probably a nightmare.Anyway, error means mistake -- I looked it up. But we're almosttaught that it's a monster whispering in our ear. Like when. This meeting is to assess you capabilities and then, if satisfied, I’ll make you an offer.’ ‘Thank you. I am interested. Being a self-employed photographer is hard work, the business side and attempting to win commissions takes me eye off the ball, which is to focus on photography.’ ‘Please hand Jason your portfolio.’ ‘Um sorry. It was stolen two weeks ago.’ ‘And you didn’t have the initiative to replace it?’ ‘To tell you the truth Mrs Manning, no one who engaged me to do work for them up to.