I'm dumbstruck, totally speechless as I try to process the words this woman has just uttered.
"I don't understand what you mean?" I say with a naive laugh, brushing my hair backwards.
"Oh it's very straightforward," Linda says, slowly she takes a step towards me, her index finger stretching out and then she suddenly starts to poke me with it.
Her finger is quite firm and rather painful, her nails stab me almost as if they were digging into my skin, and just one finger succeeds in pushing me backwards.
My eyes avert to her red lips as I read her words, "Back… off… my… man."
"So you weren't here to find a lawyer?" I question as soon as she frees me from her painful poking.
"I am," she says, reverting to normal.
Her arms folded as she leans back, her eyes scanning me thoroughly from he
