In fact, I made it home without once receiving a spitball or getting a wedgie or having my wallet stolen or being struck by lightning or getting in a ...ar accident and having my body thrown out the window and ending up paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of my life. The way my luck had been going today, I wouldn't be surprised by any of those. I left the bus, half expecting to see smoke rising from the remains of what used to be my house. But the house still stood, not a spark or a wisp. Before we loaded our personal items into the van, we packed the boxes securely. There was one thing that went in with being packed. That was a brand new 150 cc motor scooter. I had no idea what brand it was, but the LT assured me that it was reliable. It got strapped down before we left.We started the slant eyed scooter, and ran it around the block. We did all that before we drained the gas from the tank, and then loaded it. I didn’t figure we needed a gasoline bomb in the truck. We had packed. It was a scene from the world where Milles had her nightmares, but only this was no nightmare. The girl’s body was naked and riddled with bruises and blood dripping from minor cuts with the majority of them along her forearms and legs. Her light mahogany skin suggested she was Middle Eastern and the she spoke in some form Syrian. Mille couldn’t understand the dialect she was uttering, but she could tell the girl was terrified and angry, spitting what sounded like very ugly words at the beast. He came and she swallowed and licked every last drop of it, not moving from her bended position until he allowed it. “Get up, sweethart.” She got up and smiled warmly to him. I was dumbfounded. He got up and kisssed her on the cheek. “Maybe if she stays, she can help you out.” He said and walked away. I didn’t know what to say. I took the straw between my lips and looked down at the table like a kid as I drank my drink. I couldhear her trying to reagin her composure. Then she just stood and I.