" She cried harder. "It's not that, I need to tell yousomething. I thought by now you would notice but, you haven't said athing." "Ok, tell me are you... married?" "No." "Engaged?" "No, justlet me tell you already." she roared. I sat stunned."I am not who you think I Am." she paused. "I am Bryan." she saidleaning away waiting to be hit. "No, your not." I replied looking ather. She nodded. "I am too, John. Look at me." I looked deeper andrealized it was him. I had to think. "I don't care I think. It was a bit high class for me but he was paying so I went along with him. The waiter — an honest to Deity waiter with a humungous sheet wound around his stomach — lays out this array of eating irons on a mat and 'yellow eyes' uses them as if he'd been born to it — real delicate he is. Then after he finishes he tells the cook that 'mint' doesn't work as well as 'basil', pays the chitty and we come back here and the SWO books him for his medical and off he goes. He's a strange lad, that one,. Also, walking a little further, past a group of guys, I could feel all of their eyes on me. Of course, I thought, what an idiot I am. This is exactly the kind of look that I'm attracted to, so no wonder I'm attracting all sorts of attention. Dressing cute to attract attention, but not going too far—this could be fun. I stopped by a book store that sells specialty coffees, picked up a magazine and a cappuccino. I found a seat by the window and started to flip through my magazine. No sooner did I. Mary had just enough time to catch a bus home, eat a small meal and change into her evening clothes before she went to her second job.Mary’s good looks had attracted many a young man where she worked in the shop or when she sat in the park eating her meagre lunch. She shooed them away, showing no interest in the young men who fancied her; she had her sights set engaging with an older man, a mature man, a powerful man, and most importantly, a rich man. She was far from naïve and knew that she.