We had a guy in the neighborhood who I'll call Leonard. He was an older guy, late 30s or early 40s who still lived at home with his Dad. The neighbors... all considered him "Strange" and said to keep your distance from him I didn't quite understand what they meant has I never say him do anything other walk the neighborhood talking on his walkie-talkie radio. I was about to find out what everyone meant.One day has I was walking home from a nearby park, I saw Leonard walking on the same street and. She smiled at me and my heart melted at the sight, all fear vanishing from me like the morning mist when the sun finally rose above the edge. She pursed her lips and planted a kiss on my cheek, leaving it smeared with blood before she turned away, scooping the body up into her arms as if it weighed nothing at all. Then she was gone, up over the wall at the far end of the alley, leaving me with a thudding heart and wondering what the hell I was going to tell my superiors. Nobody believed me when. ‘Miranda’ would be found dead tomorrow, victim of an unfortunate car accident. Her death would probably be a fatal blow for the company, but it would take awhile for anyone to begin digging into their finances. Even once they discovered the embezzlement, and connected it to her, there would be nothing they could do. They wouldn’t be able to discover the account she’d hidden it in, and they couldn’t threaten her into giving it up. Miranda’s financial security would be guaranteed.Or rather,. Am I boring you, Dana?’ he chuckled. I was pulled back from ‘1001 Arabian Nights’ to the veranda. I couldn’t speak, my eyes were as round as my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, ‘Mr. Em … Jackson, did I hear you right? Did you just tell me that you were a gigolo?’ He threw his head back laughing, ‘My God, I don’t think I’ve ever thought about myself like that, but yes I guess you’re right. I suppose I was a gigolo at one time in my youth, but it was much more than that. You’ll.