Dropping the bags of groceries on the counter, I unloaded everything I had purchased and put it all in their proper places. Finished with the grocerie..., I moved into the living room, and sunk into the couch. I remembered the note that had been on my front door, and reached into my pocket to pull it out. Unfolding the now crumpled note, I read the words written on it, ‘I’m coming.’ I smirked, automatically assuming that it was from him. I had gotten him good during our last encounter. I. My father shook his head and sent me off to bed. I went to bed feeling rejected, but I wasnt going to give up that easily. The next morning I put on the shortest shorts I could find and a tank top that kept my D-cup breasts barely covered. I could hear my dad downstairs, and I assumed since it was Saturday that he was cooking breakfast. I entered the kitchen. Morning, I said. My dad turned around, and opened his mouth to speak, but once he caught sight of my outfit, he shut his mouth and turned. Why all the subterfuge? The mystery?Why not just contact the people on the planet and ask for the crystals?He started to ask, but decided it wasn't his place and instead scurriedbehind Rand and the other women, clutching his purse to his side as theyrushed through the busy pedestrian traffic. Being so much smaller, hefelt the rush of people more intimidating and troublesome than he hadwhen he was a man. He looked ahead and saw that Rand just walked andpeople got out of her way, and so he. But, they might fall going down forward, anyhow. I turned around and moved one leg, just in time to see Shanda frowning at me. She lifted her hand and made a twirling motion with her finger. I turned back around. The stares were steep. I looked back to Shanda, pleading. She wasted no time. She rushed to me and slapped my rump. It was a resounding noise, followed by her barking out, "Go down the stairs now, bitch!"I don't know how her sister wouldn't hear that, so I did try to hurry. I thought I.