Fact Or Fiction?-Personal Narrative

Tom unknotted the tie that accompanied the tie that accompanied his light brown woolen suit jacket, and wondered for what seemed to be the millionth time why Dectives were required to dress as if they were wall-street bankers or stock analysts. At least when out in public, whenever he was alone in his office, the tie came off, as did the jacket, and he undid the top button of his shirt, as he sat back in his chair, with his eyes raised to the ceiling and tapping the tip of a blue pen against his lips. His mode of concentration and contemplation as he considered the case. So intent was the man's focus as he attempted to figure out the next move on an investigation which had barely started that everything else was forgotten, even the fact that he'd called his wife, and the sudden familiar sound of her voice, accompanied by the aroma of food, startled him. …show more content…
"Sorry baby. Tom was aware that he wasn't the most romantic man on the face of the Earth, and that Lila accept it, which was one of the reasons he loved her more than he'd ever loved any other woman. The Detective was too practical, and flirtation and romance was made even more difficult when you dealt with death and grief all day, however he did try, and at times, even succeeded. "Next time I summons you in the middle of the day, I promise, it will be for no other reason than to cuff you to my desk, and ravage you. Exactly what I plan to tonight, when I get home." His eyes momentarily lit up with mirth, and a played across his features, before his demeanour became turned serious