Could this night get any more creepy? I look around to see someone in what looks like a black trench coat and hat. Is he following me? No, I’m just ...eing paranoid. I continue on my way and that man is still behind me. I take a detour and turn down a road before quickening my pace. I see the man make the same turn. My heartbeat quickens as well as my stride. I can hear the clapping of his boots behind me. I make another turn, zig-zagging street blocks to get to my apartment. The man’s still. Encouraging him to be sweet and soft spoken like his aunts. =4="Now Thomas, you see what happens when you run thru the house? You get hurt. Now, if you acted like a sweet little girl, you would know better than to run like a ruffian up the stairs. It's no wonder why your Mommy wishes you were born a little girl instead. And I know that your Aunt Heather and I wished you were our little niece instead of our nephew too."Rachel was still rocking Thomas back and forth as she cuddled him. Heather. Her resplendent uniform broadcast authority and confidence, ready to snap to attention at his word."Yes," he replied with surety. "Thank you, though."Her small mouth curled into a genuine smile. Her deep color softened into its natural sapphire tint, much to his relief. The last thing he wanted was anyone agitated enough by him to notice his unease. Especially a professional like the shuttle attendant here, who had every authority to alert the pilot crew and dock at the nearest spaceport.He. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. TEN!!!” counted all twelve teenage white boys in unison.Mark his the switch button on. the vibrato once more started its buzzing.