How could he have done this to me, the girl asked herself. It just wasn't fair.But she felt so, so dangerous, and alive; right now. She decided she di...n't even mind all this stupid rain.When the light finally changed, what little traffic there was—one taxi and a delivery van—came to a halt. The teenager crossed the street and headed for the building she'd seen the young man enter.She was imagining his reaction to seeing her again. It made her smile to herself as she splashed though the down. Well then, he thought, he’d have at least a fair shot at watching somebody else likely walk away with her on his arm before old Josh could spit out ‘hello’. It didn’t matter, he thought. One look at her face now and he was just happy that she didn’t have a weapon. The really odd thing that was driving him a little nuts was that he kind of liked the idea. Climbing in, he tore through the plastic film on the flat of water bottles on the passenger side floor, and handed them back one each. Sorcha and Megan had resigned, packed their bags and were travelling north to join our team. When I originally met them, I’d have needed to be blind and stupid not to realise that they were gay and a couple. Physically, most people would have looked at them and said, they were lesbians and, as a couple, you could immediately see how much they were in love. Sorcha was about five foot two, with short brown hair and brown eyes. At best, you would argue that her physique was curvy. She was. I was, however, a little slow on the uptake. "Okay? You mean him secretly watching you? You thought that was okay?" At this point, the other two were just watching Charlene and me. They probably wanted to know, just like Charlene, what I really thought about her willingness to show off a little. She explained, "Well, he wouldn't have been looking if he hadn't liked what he was seeing. And it's not like his wife is ugly or anything like that - actually she's pretty damn good looking - but he was.