"I'm here to join the girl scouts," he told her. She started laughing out loud and some of the other girls gathered around to find out what was so f...nny. "Billy thinks he can join the girl scouts. Isn't that just about the silliest thing you have ever heard?" Mary said. "Well, if you can play baseball with the guys then I ought to be able to be a girl scout," he yelled back at her. Mary's mom came out to see what was going on and she was finally able to get rid of Billy by explaining to. I feel like hell and in no mood to entertain.When I tell her that, and that I must have caught something at work, she accuses me of not being supportive of her and, in a fit of pique, she packs a bag and walks out, saying she needs to reevaluate her decisions in life. What the bloody hell that all means is beyond me, other than she has just walked out!Whatever, I am off to bed.I wake, feeling as though I have been mugged and left in the gutter. My head is pounding and my stomach feels like it. A part of me felt embarrassed about the way I'd been spending money lately, but that me was used to the spartan lifestyle my military choices had led me into. It was used to the unassuming childhood in New Jersey – the one where my parents had let me grow up not knowing the truth about our wealth or our family roots. Harley was far more used to the trappings of wealth than I was. He at least had grown up with it. He too had returned from overseas to take up the reigns of ownership and wealth.I. A second later, one of the metal balls crossed the distance in an instant. I tried to exert control over it as it flew, but I still wasn’t able to so much as slow it down. It impacted with a smacking sound before floating back over to join the other five that were floating over her head.There were two reasons why Kiri had me set my hands on my knees. One, to prevent me from blocking the incoming metal balls, and two, to not rely on my hands as a crutch. For some reason, gesturing with one’s.