Becky was having a great time. Her plan was to dance the night away with Juan and her
friends. She went to the bar to get another drink.
“I’ve got it bartender,” a very familiar voice said. She never turned her head as she felt him lean into her and speak into her ear. “I’ve been watching you dance. You seem to be having a good time with your new friend Juan.”
Becky pulled away quickly to view the face of the familiar voice and gasped. “TOM!”
She quickly looked for the security of her friends only to find them engrossed in each other’s company. “What are you doing here?” She nervously asked Tom.
As he displayed an evil grin, he replied, “I followed you. I’ve been following you since the phone call. You said not to return the call. I am only doing as you asked.” He mockingly bowed to her with that last response.
“You are sick!” she seithed thru her teeth. “You just get away from……”
Tom grabbed her arm and aggressively pulled her to his face saying, “Quiet down and walk calmly with me out the door.”