"Oh you're awake, shithead," are Tilly's first words to you when you wake groggily out of your stupor. She has a glass of water in her hands. Did she poison you? "Have you enjoyed your life? Has t been rich and fulfilling? I certainly hope so 'cause you have 10 minutes left of it."

She casually begins to dress while she explains to you that all boys who get their hands caught in the cookie jar come to the same end. She believed in you and felt she could open up to you. Maybe meet your parents, go on vacation together - who knows, even settled down in a house with a garden...

"Oh you're awake, shithead," are Tilly's first words to you when you wake groggily out of your stupor. She has a glass of water in her hands. Did she poison you? "Have you enjoyed your life? Has t been rich and fulfilling? I certainly hope so 'cause you have 10 minutes left of it."

She casually begins to dress while she explains to you that all boys who get their hands caught in the cookie jar come to the same end. She believed in you and felt she could open up to you. Maybe meet your parents, go on vacation together - who knows, even settled down in a house with a garden and white picket fence. Disappointed is an understatement. Looking at your now, grovelling on the floor dishevelled and discombobulated, you look as pathetic as you truly are. But up until now, she wondered. You had her convinced that you were worth a shot. Well played.

Of course, where you went wrong was sneaking into the office to riffle through her files. You didn't count on her walking back in behind you, did you? All she had to do was grab a tube of lipstick and there you were, breath bated, back hunched, sweaty fingers busy working the filing cabinet. Did you really love her? Or were you masquerading the whole time, patiently waiting on your moment to gain access to the all important information? You won't have a chance to explain, now. Your speech is going. You've been slurring since you woke up. The toxin in your system works quickly but not quick enough. You're awake and conscious and while you are, she'll take her sweet time rubbing her pantyhose clad legs, dangling her black patent stilettos and popping her heel out of them. Isn't that what you loved?