Dark Like Vinegar

Bang. The door of my office slapped the wall like fingers on a hand on the bare cheek of an unsuspecting lover. She dragged her feet across my floor in an asymmetrical saunter that only a man named Igor could appreciate. "Aren't you the man who crashed my car after commandeering it while evading the police yesterday?" I looked up at her bedraggled face and sneered. She was a tall as a medium height individual with poor posture. I blinked several time and replied to her insane question. "No."