I was tired and knew I'd be picking up drive thru for dinner tonight. Miranda finally appeared wearing a long trenchcoat. It seemed appropriate since ...t was raining hard outside. I told her to wait and I ran to my car. I picked her up by the front doors. Miranda commented I was such the gentleman light heartedly. I replied "you mean to tell me your boyfriend doesn't do this for you?". We kept the one line zingers for a few minutes. Things were back to normal. We arrived at Miranda's house, she. Actually, as long as she wasn't a prude, the story I'd pulled up for her wasn't all that risky. It was about a sixteen-year-old girl with a brain tumor who goes to a sort of cowboy resort place as part of a last fling before she dies. A romance develops and she ends up pregnant, which bathes the tumor in hormones that cause it to go into remission. As fantasies go, it stretched things a bit, but it wasn't all that kinky.I went back to see how far she'd gotten. I had plenty of time."I'm going to. .. what harm was it anyway, if I was going back tonormal again after this?"Exactly!" Alina giggled, then dumped all the pills into a nearby cup."Just for the wedding... gotta look my best," she whispered.I was going to raise the cup to my lips... but something deep insidestopped me - finally. I actually audibly breathed a sigh of relief, andI quickly set down the cup of pills and practically sprinted out of thebathroom as fast as I could, fearing the longer I stayed - the morelikely I was to. It was 20 to 25 feet behind but was driving at the same speed that he was walking. Billie felt uncomfortable and started walking faster. The van sped up to maintain the pace. The clicking of his high heels made Billie feel even more vulnerable. He tried to run and again the van increased its speed to keep up. "Damnit," Billie thought, "there's no one on the street to help me or even be a witness!" Still he kept stumbling forward in his high heels. Then he saw someone... a stranger... but still.