It was John Berman. John was considered by most of the girls Sandy's age to be the school dork. He was a class behind Sandy at school, and she thought...he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Sandy remembered distinctly the time the bashful young man had attempted to ask her out on a date. Sandy had been quite cruel. In front of several of her friends, she had rejected John then ridiculed him, asking him just who he thought he was to even think about asking to go out with her. The entire. I weighed my options. Maybe Susan wasn’t going to file a false accusation of harassment against me. But I couldn’t take that chance. When dealing with both men and women, I tend to assume the very worst about their nature. I’ve met too many psychopaths and sociopaths. I’ve been betrayed too often. I don’t believe in goodness in human nature anymore. I believe that men and women are basically evil and one needs to protect oneself from them. So I decided on a preemptive strike. When the school. "My asshole manager just fired me. Can I get a ride home?" She got into my car and shut the door. I gotin and we started to drive to her house across town. It was in one of the low income areas, as a waitressjob didn't pay very well."What the hell just happened? Why did he fire you?"She looked at me, and her face was a frown. "He caught me taking money from the register. Whatbusiness is it of yours?"I shrugged at her. "I was just wondering whats up. Why were you stealing from the register?" I. Sirens started going off everywhere. It’s weird that until a funnel cloud is spotted, you are in a ‘watch’ state. Once one appears, you are in a ‘warning.’ That’s when the sirens sound and you are supposed to take immediate shelter. Another wind whipped in from behind me and brought rain and hail. I jumped in the truck and started out. Pey was home waiting for me and she was dreadfully afraid of thunderstorms. Lightning and a crack of thunder nearby got me headed out of the parking lot.It was.