Flint Paper stared blankly behind his desk

Flint Paper stared blankly behind his desk at the woman in front of him. "You want me to do what?"

"I want you to make me a sandwich." the woman replied, slapping her palms flat down on his desk. "It's a simple request, really."

Mack, looked at Jan's manicured hand. "Their still drying. Rueben on Rye extra mayo." Every fiber of Mack's being said it was wrong for a real man to make a woman a sammich, but

he liked sex too-- so totally conflicted. Mack compromised by making Jan a 'woman's sammich'. Jan's sticky purple fingernails curled around the rye. "Where's the Rueben?" she asked

. Mack winked conspiratorially and Jan's eyes grew wide as he unzipped, reached in his pants and pulled out corned beef, Swiss cheese with Russian dressing, and sauerkraut. "Here's

Johnny!" "Aaaiiiieeeee!!!" she screamed. "I can't believe you got me my favorite. Corned beef!" They lay on the bed and chowed down. He frowned. "Wait, we're just going to eat my

sandwich, right? You don't have any ulterior motives, do you?" She was suddenly quiet. A shred of saurkraut hung from the corner of her now quivering chin."I have something to tell

myself later when I get in touch with anger brewing inside me." Her seething resentment was finally making itself known. She left the kraut hanging from her chin, no need for

her, hard enough to split her lip. The Castelluccio's would probably kill me if they knew that I planned to let her leave, otherwise unscathed. I would have to leave with her.