The Cunt and John Mason
He began walking up behind her slowly. His fingers trembled like lose leaves clinging to a limb in a breeze. He struggled to muffle the sound of his breath. She was within arms reach now. There, in front of him, she stood back turned towards him. She ga wave off a sweet and simultaneous putrid smell of expensive perfume and high class rich bitch. She'd made him stay late for the third time this month to file her paperwork and tell him what a worthless piece of lawyer shit he was. "You're...