CHAPTER FOURTEEN
About five in the afternoon, two tough looking men knocked on the door of Arlene's apartment. Arlene let them in, a little frightened by their appearance and manner. The muscular pair scarcely noticed her. They inspected the entire apartment for several minutes and then plopped down on the couch, eyeing the girl.
But there was something about the way they looked that made the shivers run up and down Arlene's back. They didn't seem interested in beauty, her body or s*x. They just sat and said nothing. She almost ran to the bedroom to look in the mirror. She thought perhaps somehow she had made herself a witch instead of an attractive young girl.
"Won't either of you have a drink?" she asked after the silence began to grate her nerves.
In unison they shook their heads
