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An uncomfortable conversation

I looked at the man expectantly, as I knew that he was not going to let me out of the alleyway that easily. He wouldn't have revealed himself to me had he intended to let me go on my way without some kind of a hold up. "Well," he stuttered, spit coming out of his mouth, " I may not be a looker but I would hope that doesn't stop you from listening to what I have to say." I hesitated, not sure where this interaction was headed. "Sir, I don't care what you look like, but let's get on with what you have to say. I have places to be, and I don't think this is really the time or place for a tea party," I huffed. Patience wasn't really my thing, not after a long day bar tending. I had enough conversation with drunks to last me a lifetime.

He leaned closer, close enough for me to notice just how rank his scent really was. Sometimes having really good senses wasn't the best set of skills to have. "Well, a good lookin' lady like you should not be out in the dark alone. There are things here. Things that would love to get a hold of you, and it isn't looking like you would be able to defend yourself against them. So I have a proposition to make." Oh this was getting good. A proposition? At least he wasn't a stalker, I thought to myself, he obviously didn't know I am more than capable of taking care of myself. "Sure," I rolled my eyes, "I'll hear you out, I have nothing better to do— ya know, besides get home!" He meandered out of the shadows completely, where I could fully take him in. He was about 6'5'', 160 pounds, pasty but not pale, and with shaggy, long brown hair. He looked like he was in need of a good shave and a hair cut. And a shower.

***A/N I figured starting to write was the best way to end writers block. But this is all I could do for now. Fibromyalgia makes your brain go all foggy and whatever it was you started to do, or intended to do... it disappears. :( I need to start a story board or something to keep notes.. Any suggestions on the best way to do that?****