“Well, well, well,” Jim said to his intruder, while slowly replacing the phone receiver back in its cradle. “I told you to never come to my office or call me here. And who the hell was that on the phone? One of your ‘other’ friends?” he asked sarcastically.
Jim’s visitor didn’t speak, but simply smiled, while quietly closing the office door behind them. Then they walked across the office, around the large desk and slowly began giving Jim a soft shoulder massage.
“Thank you,” Jim mumbled, enjoying the massage. “But, this doesn’t change anything. We’ve had our fun, you’ve been paid and tonight isn’t a good time – I’m tired and I’m going home.”
Jim’s visitor still didn’t speak. Slowly they reached a glove covered hand into their pocket and produced a freshly opened bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a couple of glasses, which they sat on his desk, while still performing the soft shoulder massage.
Jim looked at his visitor and then at the bottle of Jack Daniel’s sitting in front of him.
“Whiskey? You brought whiskey!” Jim exclaimed as he picked up the bottle and shook his head.
“You know I don’t drink, and if I did, it wouldn’t be this crap! What’s this for?”
“A toast,” his visitor said, before stabbing Jim in the neck with a large kitchen butcher knife!