It started out the same way it usually does. Or maybe it was different. Either way I was sitting behind my desk and I hear the little bell jingle whenever someone opens my office door. I looked up and I saw trouble.
It had legs for miles, a black dress that clung like tap but swayed like grass, long hair and lipstick the same color as blood.
I suppose I should have said that I was busy. Said that I'm closed for the day. Or said that I can't take a job for whatever reason. But instead, rather than see the signs, I opened my big mouth and asked how I can be of service.
