"Your first reactions were to run andtry calling for help. Unfortunately, when that didn't work, youended up in a very public fight, with a lot of po...ential witnesses." We didn't exactly have a lot of choice," Alyss pointed out with ascowl."I know," Carson admitted. "But that was still extremely dangerousfor the school... The absolute last thing we want is for the publicto start wondering where a group of teenage mutants was learning tofight."Alyss raised an eyebrow of her own and absently. I was a relatively innocent 22-year-old. A good life, great income, free spirit, but I hadn’t been born with a silver spoon. With any spoon in fact, so, I believed, I was no pushover.This intrigued Gerrard.He sent flowers, cards, a chauffeur to collect me from work.I was so fucking wet for him, I sometimes thought I would die.But I did not give in.Until the night he fell. It was a simple fall, as we walked through my local park, I had refused to use the limo service his mother sent with him to. I warned her that it would bea little dangerous running out in the rain with an umbrella and invitedher to stay for breakfast. I'm sure Mother would love to have her visitthis morning for a nice cup of coffee and a chat. She looked at me likeshe didn't have anything to wear. She said she couldn't go out in frontof my mother in the nightie she was wearing. I laughed and told her shecould borrow something of mine. Besides, she couldn't very well riskgetting the baby doll nightie wet by running. He ducked pretty damn quick for an old man, but was yelling at me the whole time he was heading for cover. "Boy have you gone loco? What the hell was that for?" I had already re holstered my pistol."Those damn horseflies. I didn't want it to get at your food and lay eggs in it or something. I don't think I got him that time, but I'm keeping a sharp lookout, so you go on ahead and finish your eating and your funny comments." I saw three of my hands running towards us carrying their rifles. "You.