He was older than the first thug, well into his forties, professionally dressed, with jet black hair separated by the onset of male pattern baldness. ...He glared into Thomas’s eyes with vindictive malice.Thomas grabbed a chair from the kitchen and sat down.“She’s not in the bedroom!” a third thug said, emerging from down the hallway.“It’s not a big apartment. We’ll find her,” the second thug said. He sat in a chair across from Thomas, while the first and third thugs bound the young man to the. The moon was up. I hurried in a short run and got up with him. “Where are you going?” I stopped him.He didn’t answer. He was carrying a bag tugged in his armpit. I pulled at his bag and its content slipped out. I was horrified. The towel, soaked with my virginal blood! “What are you planning to do? What is this for?” I wanted to know.He hesitated, but at the same time he might have realized that I wouldn’t leave him without getting an answer. He said, “Virgin’s blood will open any impossible. .. her... er... underwear as it was so much more personal in a way to keep them on. In the envelope was a $50 bill with a thank you written across the front of it. I tried to see if I could recognize her perfume on the bill but no way.By the time Monday came I was anxious to see her again and by the time everyone left I was more than anxious for sure. She was not to been seen! It was the same each day all week and by Friday I was almost heart broken! In fact I had looked at the things of hers I. “Little Things Mean a Lot“ Edith Lindeman© 1953Blow me a kiss from across the roomSay I look nice when I’m notTouch my hair as you pass my chairLittle things mean a lotGive me your arm as we cross the streetCall me at six on the dotA line a day when you’re far awayLittle things mean a lotHalle sang ten songs, all of which have been recorded by famous female singers. From the Blues, to Pop, she sang them to the ever growing rounds of applause.By the time she sang her tenth song, the dinner crowd.