That didn’t last five minutes. She turned to the side, her hands practically shaking, rearranging the piles, desperately. Seeing her like that I sta...ted to feel bad for her. It was a real compulsion. Damn. It was just a joke. I didn’t want to do that to her. I unlocked my file drawer, reaching to the back, and pulling out the tiny little clear plastic box I’d put her M&M in. A joke. I looked up as Briana burst into my office, closing the door sharply behind her. She leaped upon me, pressing. " She changed back to the street clothes, and abandoned the idea of having superpowers. Then she started climbing out of the hole with the diminished power of the female body. The slow and careful process led her to street level a lot sooner than she'd expected, and once again, Al set off toward what had been *his* apartment.She quickly but now more cautiously continued toward her home. On the way, some guys ogled her to her dismay, and one even tried to pick her up. He came on to her saying. I still found myselfdreaming of sexual acts with older men, like my fathers age, trying to fillthat void I felt due to the division of my family. In High School 80% of my friends were female, many of them coming fromfamilies where the only male in their families was their father, quite theopposite of me. Which is most likely what drew me to them. My best friendthrough most of this we'll call "Christy" was one such friend, who had twosisters and her mother, father being the only man in the. Now Melinda's emotional state was dominated by this latest crisis."I really think I should go home with her as well," Heather said."I want to spend some time with you after school," Diane said in a quavering voice. "I mean ... I-I'm not trying to make you choose between me and Melinda, but--" Heather, you don't need to come home with me, okay?" Melinda said. "Just let me deal with this." You do remember what I told you, right?" said Heather.Melinda shivered. "Yeah, I do. Aunt Jo doesn't get off.