I was very excited, but I didn’t readily agree. I just wanted to check how long he will go to get me after a long persuasion I agreed. We decided to... meet two blocks down my street and he insisted that he will pick me from there. This day is very special to me – so I wanted to leave no stone unturned. I picked up a tight top that reveals my bra line, and a skirt that hardly touches my knees. I went to the place where we had decided to meet. He was already there waiting for me in a bike. The bike. Army Sgt. Mark Anthony Lewis."From somewhere in his pile of folders he pulled out one that contained photos of Marcus though varying stages of his life."I am aware of Marcus Almond," I stated. "Until a few weeks ago he was employed by my corporation."Special Agent Meadows nodded."Mark A. Lewis killed his commanding officer during a mission in a place I can't tell you," he said. "Sgt. Lewis disappeared after the killing and the Army assumed he took up with some of the lowlifes in the region. Exhilaration and anger pushed him. The voices became definite: men and women colliding into work. He sat on a cold, damp floor. His legs touched the other wall.He yelled out. The voices paused. He yelled louder. The voices resumed. Out of the darkness ascended a slit of light. Tariq caught the silhouette of a man in the elevator car.“What is the meaning of this?” asked the silhouette. “We are not escorts here. If you can’t find your way, you shouldn’t be down here at all.”Tariq moved into the. .." she knew that she was rambling and stopped, trying to figure out what to say.For the last three days she had been trying to figure what she would say. She had thought about what she would do now that she was totally broke and would be homeless soon. She did not think that Carl would try to control her now that her husband was dead. Several times in the last three days her thoughts were of him. She wondered where he had gotten his attitude toward women. She had never heard him discuss any.