I knew as soon as they walked in that they were looking for me. There were two of them, young, maybe 18, - I’d expected that- but they looked terrified. That I hadn’t expected. One of them was all puffed up- I’d say he was brought along as “security”. He was wearing a muscle shirt, even though it was pretty cold outside and he was more chubby than muscley. I wasn’t intimidated. I’ve changed diapers that were scarier than the pair of them.
I had them come to my workplace.
I was too untrusting to give them my home address.
I’d exchanged emails with Peter, setting up the purchase. I’d used a fake email and everything- yea, so maybe I’m a little paranoid. If you’d had the life I’ve had, you’d be too. The email exchange had left me uncomfortable. He either wasn’t good at email, or was up to something. My scam radar alarms were all going off.
It was Peter who spoke to the receptionist. I couldn’t hear the words but I heard the...
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