He still pulled the trigger, but because I had pulled himthrough the window I had turned him sideways enough to miss the womanaltogether.The woman sat...as if frozen, probably shock, as I pressed a button onthe side of my helmet which allowed me to call 911. Did I mention thehelmet had been specially designed? When I turned towards her to makesure I had a more secure grip on the guy, she screamed and scrabblingat the door handle, managed to get out of the car before running acrossthe street to a. I could feelthe unwelcomed visitor ahead, I knew that it presence whatever it waswould change my life.At that moment, I still had the choice to return home and hide in mybooks. Coming to a stop that realization gave me pause. I had a choice butAbigail's cheerful smile filled my thoughts. I could not disappointAbigail and for the first time in my life, I realized I no longer wantedto disappoint myself.Stopping at the edge of the forest, I didn't know what to expect but itwasn't an empty parking. He ran on the treadmill for forty-five minutes, and then used the heaviest of the weights for a half-hour, thankful that there was also a weight bench. He noted a sign asking patrons not to exercise after eight p.m. or before nine a.m. He wondered about the sound echoing through the old brick and wooden mansion.Dave showered and changed into his khakis and a dress shirt, along with a light weight jacket that folded well, and yet didn’t hold creases once donned. He looked urbane, and went. I'm sure you've seen it before," she said."Well yeah, but Christ, not that looks like you," I said.And I felt like a total fucking creep.She looked at me."Is that a good thing?" she said."Well yes. It's definitely a good thing," I finally said.She smiled.Amanda untied the first skate. She pulled it off. She then untied the second skate and pulled it off. She stood up.And her hockey pants dropped down to her ankles.I could just stand there like a fucking dumbass and stare.She had her socks still.