I just need to do my best,” I told myself.At 4:55 PM, I started getting ready for my ‘run.’ I put on my fitness band, socks, sports shoes, face ...mask, ate a banana (for energy), and called the lift. I stepped inside and pressed the ground floor button. Once there, I got out, walked around the reception area for a minute.Then called the lift again and pressed the 12th-floor button. Counting the time wasted in the reception area, I set a timer of 29 minutes on my fitness band. I closed my eyes and. I rationalized that I misinterpreted his actions. I must have imagined it. I reasoned that it must be police procedure or something. Deputy Williams then opened the back of his squad car and shoved me roughly inside. I landed in the back in a heap. On the way to the station I kept looking in the rear view mirror and catching him looking back at me. At least I thought he was looking at me. Who could tell with the shades? I do know that I was really worried. Was he really going to arrest me? Me. 36-12-32."The streetlights flickered on and off, perhaps another omen. Melinda regretted that she had worn only her thin dress, but she enjoyed the stares she got from the boys as they stared at her breasts, proud and full. She knew the teenagers fantasized about her as they flirted with her when buying their tickets. A warm coat hung in her front closet and she thought of it each time a cold shiver ran down her back. The leaves, sounding like a carousel of applause, anxiously rustled alongside. Bidding farewell, the tattooed man said"I hope your mate pays up, and if you fancy a tat with your winnings, youknow where to come!"I drove home, looking forward to sending a picture of my new acquisitionto James. The piercing was a little sore, but nothing I couldn't handle.It took less than 10 minutes to drive home, but it felt like an hour. Iwas desperate to get home to take the photo of my bejewelled belly. Eagerto show James how I had fulfilled his commandment with gusto. I hadalready made.