.. I'm not going with you, Pete." The hell you aren't. You're my wife and you're coming with me. Now get your things and make it fast," he snapped."Sh...'s not going with you," I said as confidently as I could. I was anything but confident in the presence of this man-mountain."Who the fuck are you?" he snarled, turning to me. "You been fucking her? That's my wife, asshole. I otta beat the shit out of you." Why would you want a criminal assault charge?" I asked, desperate to try and defuse this. "Furious, Carol stared at him for a few seconds, turned on her heels and stomped away, leaving the door wide open.David grinned, rolled from the bed, shut and locked the door, returned to his bed and phased out. He soon hovered in the living room and watched the news with his mother and sister for a few minutes. To honor his promise, he reached and touched his mother's left shoulder. She turned toward the touch and smiled."What did David say when you asked him to join us?" Darla asked when the. I’ve stayed up nights and gotten drunk. I even made out with guys I had known very little about. It still came as a shock when I heard that some people consider me to be a slut. It’s not like I’ve slept with a score of guys but rumor has it that I have. I felt sick about that and since then I have stopped going to parties. They are just an excuse to get drunk and make out. My so called friends were probably the same people who started the rumors. I guess they don’t like me very much. Now I’m. Once we had turned south, the litter of dead leaves and dry branches was considerably more dense, and so we slowed our pace, attempting to blend the sounds of our passage into the background noise of the rural night. We found a small clearing, and I settled us into the base of a fir tree at the edge. I tied a tarp low overhead, and scooped leaves into a two person pile, before laying my poncho atop. Laying our packs beside the nest, I placed my sleeping bag on one side, folding her blanket onto.