“Oh, baby,” a velvet gloved hand stroked the boy’s face, “one day you’ll learn the net positive of shutting the fuck up.” The leather clad dominatrix cocked the trigger on a Dirty Harry Magnum 45 and blew the boy a kiss.

Click.

The woman laughed as the boy heaved a watery breakfast onto the floor. “Next time, don’t open a tab you can’t close. Silvio will be in touch. Ta ta!” She swept out the room leaving the boy to his filth.

A flash of silver brought her reflection open in her hand mirror. She touched up her plum wine lipstick and dabbed daintily with a napkin before snapping the mirror shut. She stepped out into a busy Monday morning on fifth Avenue, she calculated the costs of debonair stylings of the Wall Street drudges as they marched down the street. Cellphones pressed to heads everywhere you looked. Not a single bright eye in the bunch. Cynthia let her disappointment fade, no use getting blue at the beginning of a work week. She had so many fun appointments scheduled!