They sat and as she talked, the gray man listened. Sometimes, he leaned slightly forward, eager to hear her next thought. Sometimes he relaxed back into the chair, entertained and amused. When she paused, he let her find words, not pressing into the conversation. And then he would reply - ask a question, make an observation, draw her out. After about ninety minutes, she realized that he had told her nothing about himself, instead drawing her into more and more personal revelations. She paused as she was talking about a jerk tech, every time he came to her place of work, made the most insulting, salacious comments. " ... He will say ... Um, like to get a taste of that. Then he’ll smack his lips." She paused, surprised at herself.

"Abby" (He had slipped into that little intimacy, ‘Abby’ seamlessly...

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