Old habits kicked in as I remembered the felt of riding, and I led the horse back around to a trot. Behind me, the other women followed. It seemed t...ey were awkward in the saddle. Metacari rode stiffly while the other woman ‘Mara’ looked plainly worried and uncomfortable with the ride. I was frankly glad they were unfamiliar with riding.I found a decent spot to camp and by the time the sunset we were settled with a warm fire. When I was a conscript we had fire watches, and as a scribe and. Misfits stick together in this town. Me being a complete freak(as the populace see's me) and her being lesbian in a place full of homophobes and the extremely religious. We just band together. She's the only person who knows the real me."It was fine." I say, a smile playing across my face. Her face lights up and she laughs. "You got laid. Why Damien, I'm so proud." She says mockingly. "You seeing her again?" I nod."Yea, gonna see that movie playing in the drive in." She smiles wickedly. "Wanna. "Julie Sweener, this is Mrs. Taylor, Bobby's Mom. Julie's in a couple classes with Bobby and me at school. She asked me about how he was doing and I told her it was okay to drop in if she wanted to." It's nice to meet you Julie," said Barbara warmly. "Thanks for coming by." It's nice to meet you Mrs. Taylor," she said shyly."Julie, please call me Barbara," she replied."Oh! I guess I could do that," Julie said in a voice of amazement that Barbara found odd. What was wrong with calling an adult. "Mind?" The woman shook her head, handing the doll over to the flying youth as if terrified he might use whatever unknown powers he had against her if she protested. "Thanks." He divided himself in two. One of him held the doll in its box. The other held a shotgun. "Pull!" shouted the Chaos with the shotgun. Obligingly, his double tossed the doll high into the air. The gun-toting one took aim and pulled the trigger.The doll exploded, sending a blast-wave of color spreading across the city like.