"Hello, Dollface." The voice came insouciantly out of the sinister shadows under the fedora, and Sharon took a cautionary step backwards from her front doorway. She'd opened the door expecting Jim, prepared to give him a tart remark about being late, but was surprised to see a man in a 1930's chalk stripe suit, fedora hat, and long overcoat.
"I- I don't know you, do I?" She stammered.
"Sure you do, Doll. It's me, Jim." Jim smiled and Sharon saw the flash of teeth - sharklike - in the gloom of the face.
"Jim? You look like a- a gangster. I didn't recognize you." Sharon also wore a long coat, and Jim couldn't tell what costume she might be wearing underneath.
"Well, should we go-Oooh!" Sharon jumped as she got a sharp pinch on her left buttock, then spun around to see who had sneaked into her house.
"Somebody just- Hey!" This time, Sharon swore someone grabbed her right breast and squeezed it. "what the Hell is going on!?"
She spun back around to face Jim, finding him standing exactly where he had been, perfectly still, arms at his sides.
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