”She sighed. “Nothing just happens.” She said something to my dad and then came back to me. “Honestly, what the hell am I supposed to do? How ...ould you put me in this situation? I’m in the middle of my two children.” She was silent for a minute. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Then she groaned. “And how could you put yourself in this kind of situation? He’s not a good guy, Nina. You can’t possibly think this is going to work. He’s screwing around, trying to hurt you both. Can’t you see. But I believewe actually need each other." Well, I am glad things worked out this time. Those girls are sweet, Iwould have hated to have something happen to them," I said."Me too," Melody said."I'll finish up, you two have fun with the girls," Melody's mom said.She didn't have to tell us twice.****We had a lot of fun over the next few hours, even when the girls somehowtalked me into being their guinea pig when it came to makeup. Now evenwhen I had worn the fancy dress to school, I had stayed. "Figures," he mumbled as he pulled himself to his feet. The banging wasbecoming louder and more urgent sounding."Yeah, yeah, I hear ya," Saitama said to himself as he made his way tothe door. He reached over and grasped the doorknob... when there was onefinal knock and a loud CRACK, the door tearing itself from its hingesand falling onto Saitama's face. The bald superhero stood where he wasfor a few seconds, briefly pondering the situation, before he lifted thedoor off and set it to the side.. But then he was a professional journalist quite capable of exercising critical judgment. The journalist was comfortable knowing he’d produced from his heart and mind to the best of his ability and to hell with the critics, though the constructive ones served a useful purpose for which he was thankful. He thought about themes and characters in those forty-nine short stories and was aware he’d written to appeal to readers who apparently like firm-breasted women and broad chest males who can.