Tom finished straightening his red silk tie, making certain the double Windsor knot was as tight as he could make it. Not given to wearing a tie, he wanted to make sure he made a lasting impression.
“Come on,” the man in the doorway barked, “Time to go.”
Tom glanced one more time in the mirror and smiled. He looked absolutely dashing, he thought.
“Don’t know why you even bothered,” the man at his side gruffed.
Tom said nothing. He was concentrating on maintaining his nerve.
“So do you wanna blindfold or do you wanna see it coming?” the man growled.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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