Mr. Dallas walked over to Raymond who was completely overwhelmed by fear. He held out his handkerchief on to his nose. He shook his head smiling at him.
"You don't want this? Don't worry. It won't be hard. You won't feel anything" he paused,staring at him all over.
"Why are you shaking like this? You're afraid of death?" he asked pitifully.
Raymond was afraid but he could see clearly. Mr. Dallas was not just walking the way he walked. He had a defect in his right leg.
Raymond smiled inwardly. He had found his weakness. He braced himself for his incoming hand. He caught the hand.
"If you really like putting people to sleep. Why don't you just get a kid, a baby?" Raymond asked to tease him.
Mr. Dallas breathed heavily and then sighed. That definitely hurt him. Raymond smiled.
"Why do I get the feeling that you don't have a kid or you can't have a kid?" he pressed further.
"Shut up!" Mr. Dallas yelled.
"No. Let's talk about
