Professional, but not stuffy. Subtle. It didn't so much scream "trust me" as whisper it-directly into the subconscious of whomever he was selling to. ...His entire wardrobe suggested Ivy League without being threatening. He dressed with care, always. Clothes say everything about the man, he'd always told her. Can never be too careful about your image when you're selling, Tabitha. Doctors are funny people, Tab. They need to think that they're always the smartest person in the room, and they'll find. For some reason the guy made me nervous. He moved past me toward the entrance to the back bar and pulled out a gun and fired at Sarah, who was just about to open the register just feet away from us, hitting her. I spun around and out of my seat, grabbed his gun hand. We struggled and I took a round in the head; and, as I’d find out later, one in my chest.A couple of other customers, which was also explained to me after the fact, took the shooter down. By then I was being cared for quite. "She watched as the woman dropped the phone into her purse and when the woman walked back over to the two cops She felt herself being tugged along after her as if She was a piece of metal and the woman was a magnet. One of the cops looked up from his paperwork and said, "Just one more thing Mrs. Port. Do I have the correct spelling on your first name - ALETHA?" The woman nodded yes and turned to leave and She felt herself being pulled along after her. She drifted a little closer and the pull. ‘At least he didn’t ask, ‘wanna fuck?’,’ she thought bitterly as she walked to the dance floor with the stranger. Ann and the man danced to almost every number the band played after he asked her to dance, including the slow ones. She wasn’t sure if it was the drink, or what it was, but she found herself liking the way it felt being in the man’s arms. It didn’t even bug her that much that he put his hands on her ass and pulled her against his obviously swollen cock when they danced the last.