As I expected, he next tried a kick, and once again I barely slipped it. I was under his leg, and might have gotten him to go over, but it was no part...of my plan to make him look foolish to his gang. However, I put him on notice not to try any more kicks, by pushing him just a little, unbalancing him just enough so that only he and I, and perhaps the leader, knew. I gave a one sylable belly laugh, to give him a target. A calculated risk, but I was pretty certain he wasn't out of control angry. "The two linebackers seemed satisfied with that and started walking in one direction while Alan and his two friends continued hastily in the other. Soon they were leaping up the stairs to the second floor where Glory's classroom was.Alan, in his adrenaline-charged excitement, pounded on the door. "Glory! It's me, Alan! I'm here with some friends! Please open up! It's an emergency."Glory was in a bad way. Ever since lunch, her naughty and increasingly exhibitionist side had taken control. She. Well, that’s when Dad decided to teach me and Cara how to fight. This wasn’t any martial arts movie bullshit, either. This was down and dirty fighting, that if used in life or death situations, could kill your opponent. He made sure that we knew that, and warned us what would happen, if we ever used more force than was absolutely necessary.Soon, nobody in school dared to mess with us, and life started getting better all around. When Dad retired, a Hollywood production company hired him as a. ” Andi pulled her keys out of her purse as we left the café. “I’ll drive. Nothing we want is within walking distance of here.”I tried to think of what was around. Well, there were more costume shops per capita on Capitol Hill than anyplace except Reno, but aside from a few vintage clothing stores there isn’t much in the way of actual clothing—at least not if you’re over twenty. Granted, if you wanted to dress like a vampire or a zombie, this was the place to come, but neither of those would go.