Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Well, she smiled at his words. Im glad you seem to like the sandwich. Youd die for a cup of coffee? Such a small price to pay for a life. Dont you think? Some say you cant put a price tag on life. I say you havent discussed it if you feel that way. Coffee. Coming right up. How do you take it? Let me guess. Black and bitter? Like your soul, she teased, her expression clearly showing she was. With a smile she added, If not, cream and sugar is already on the table. She turned not giving him time to answer. Still she wore her smile as she made her way over to the coffee pot. He was an odd one, if she had to give her opinion to anyone, but there wasnt anything overly strange about him. Working where she did, Molly had seen all sorts come in. There was the time she approached a man to find out he had removed his pants and was sitting there in his underwear. She had politely told him, Shoes and shirt are required. We kind of figure you know pants are included in that. She had come across a man sitting there with a woman under the table sucking his cock. We do have food here. Real food. She can have her dessert later. Im going to have to ask her to stop. He had groaned, his body stiff, and the girl climbed out wiping her lip. Never mind, was all Molly said as she walked away. She dumped the old coffee and started a fresh pot. Hes got his sandwich to keep him company, she mused. Besides, hell appreciate the fresh coffee. They all do. Smiling at her co-worker as she passed, Molly felt the buzz of her phone. Quickly pulling it from her pocket, she thought about shutting it off, but her thoughts halted when she saw the message. She looked back over to the man waiting on the coffee. The man in black. He ordered.a turkey on rye. She lowered her phone taking her gaze away from him. Its him. Hes the man from the website. Hes here. Hes really here. No. Molly refused to believe it was really him. No one was taking her seriously on the website. Why should he? She had to test him. Bringing her phone back up to her fingertips, with her back turned to him, she typed a message for him. The eyes see only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. Are you ready to comprehend such a thing? Are you ready to watch the life slip from another persons body? You will be the last thing I see, man in black. Death is certain in this life. It cannot be escaped. Only prepared for. Are you prepared for mine? Signed ML. She pressed send as the last few drops of water drained the potent smelling grinds of their delicious flavor. The scent hung heavy in the air, inviting people to request refills. Both waitresses were more than happy to oblige, but first, Molly had a delivery to make. With the cup resting on a saucer, she carried the off white colored china cup with a brown ring around the top towards the man. A spoon rested on the saucer as well, a courtesy from her to him. Like I said, cream and sugar are here on the table. You let me know if you need anything else. Okay? I hope you like the sandwich. Looks truly can be deceiving. Sometimes you could be staring at something so wonderful, maybe even something youve been looking for, and not even know it because your eyes see what you want to see. For example, thats not just any turkey sandwich. Thats a turkey on rye to die for. Like this coffee, she said raising the saucer as a gesture before she sat it down on the table. She tore his ticket from her pad and slid it across the table. The prices were modest. They were exactly what one would expect in a place like this. The owners had no preconceived notions this was a five star place. It was what it was. The place was a corner diner that offered fast, hot meals for those who were not seeking a restaurant requiring a suit and tie to be seated. It was a hole in the wall place where the locals knew everybody, and the waitresses knew their orders when they came in the door. She walked away, leaving the ticket face up. In the bottom left hand corner her initials were written with a tiny smiley face. ML.