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Pressure

He knows what he wants, the pressure is on. I am uncomfortable with his aggressive ways. "No" means nothing to him, It is just a challange. My blood pressure is rising, Am I sweating? How dare he use these tatics on me. He thinks this is my first time, so he pleads and uses guilt. I have heard his tired lines before, but this time it is much worse. He presses and pushes. I want him to go but he actually has something I may want. Should I do it? Is this right? He tells me not to tell others. Will I tell anyway? Finally I ask him to leave, I ask again, Is he still here? He will not budge. He tries again. I erupt in anger. I must make him go....... He takes his leave after 3 hours. Am I safe? Will he return? How I hate the High Pressure Sales Man.

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