I was crying like a baby, though. She got really mad- and I mean really mad. We were sitting in the kitchen and I almost thought she was gonna go af...er me with one of her kitchen knives or something- and at that moment, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she did.”“Holy fuck,” I said.“Holy fuck is right,” he said. “She kept yelling at me and telling me to get ‘that fucking Guy Maddix’ on the phone.”He added, “I kept telling her that yelling at you over the phone for half an hour wasn’t gonna make. I should be back a little after dark."I gave him no time to argue with me, but dashed off at a gallop. I barely heard Barbara shout as I rode off, "NO, JEREMIAH! YA'LL BE KILLED!" It wrenched my heart to hear that, but I was so full of anger and hate that nothing could have stopped me, short of a bullet.It took me 40-45 minutes to get to the Double Bar B ranch house, and I skidded my horse to a stop and didn't bother to hitch him as I ran up on the front veranda. I didn't try the doorknob, but. Not that I didn't like my new attributes, but some of the creeps I caught sniffing my bicycle seat! God! Take that gross Harold Himmler, for instance. Thinks he is absolute primo-grade shit. His dad is a big real estate broker, handles the new development over by the creek, lots of money. He is the big athlete, all 280 pounds of him. Super Jock! Looks like a cube, Neanderthal skull, shaves his head down to this stupid eighth inch Marine regulation length. Walks around school growling at. It was a cool day and she enjoyed getting this bit of exercise if it wasn’t too warm, which was rare, or raining, which was much more likely. Today was perfect. Even though she had two-inch heels on, she felt quite athletic as she sashayed down the street, turned left into a side street and marched up it until she reached the tanning salon and nail bar which Cassie ran. There were no customers, she noted happily as she slipped into the shop. Cassie must be out the back. Then a door opened and.