hallway and told him where to come.
“I’ll be there. We’ll have a drive back, and you can explain what’s wrong.” Jack nodded and said, “You owe me for this.” Then he cut the connection
Sephanie went back to looking for her purse, panties, and shoes. She’d found everything except for one shoe by the time Jack arrived. After hesitating, she wrote a note for them, not wanting to disappear without some type of explanation. She slipped out of the house, certain it would lock behind her after she passed through the door. With a sigh, she hurried to the green Duce skimmer. She hopped into it and grinned at her friend.
“Thank you, Jack.” She exhaled slowly when he took the skimmer up to a higher altitude. She’d been half-afraid one or all of them would burst out the front door to stop her.
“Now spill it. How did your date end with you leaving their house in the middle of the night, lacking one shoe?” Jack guided the skimmer toward the city.
“Couldn’t find my shoe. The other, the date was great. They were everything I could hope for, but after I woke up, I wondered if I let things move too fast. I feel so much for them, and if this situation is too good to last, I realized it was going to hurt. I sort of panicked.” She grimaced.
“Can’t gain without the risk.” Jack glanced over at her.
“Yes, I know. It’s only that it happened so fast. I guess I need time to think. I knew I wouldn’t have the opportunity if I stayed there.” With a sigh, she combed her fingers through her hair. She missed them already.
“I’d be pissed if I brought someone home and they skipped out on me.” Jack shook his head.
“They probably will be, but I left them a note. I wrote I’d call them later and explain.” She shrugged. She couldn’t change her actions now even if she was beginning to regret it.
“That wouldn’t help if it was me.” He returned his full attention to driving.
“Yeah, not everyone holds a grudge like you do.” At least, she hoped they wouldn’t hold a grudge. In spite of her panic, she did want their relationship to grow.
Jack dropped her at her home. Lights flicked on as she hobbled toward her little gray house. She hurried up the walkway, noting her yard and garden were looking wild. She’d have to take time to care for that. After she trudged inside, she locked the door behind her and went to bed, but it took a long time to get to sleep.
* * * *
Sephanie stepped out of her house with her jacket over her arm. She stopped dead and stared wide-eyed at the sidewalk. Paint splattered the paved path. Across the splashes of color, words jumped off the gray wall. BITCH slashed across her wall in glaring orange. The letters of WHORE seemed to glow a luminous green. Even amid all the other pigment, SLUT blazed off the wall, a sparkling yellow taunt. She didn’t understand it. Who would do this? Why? How?
She turned around to go inside to report it and again stopped when she saw the same words and more scrawled across her home’s walls. The glaring green and orange slurs jarred her. Her house had motion-activated outside lights. Whoever had done this would have been in plain sight for a long time. Someone had spent a huge amount of time doing it.
She took a deep breath and stomped inside. Confusion whirled through her mind, and she felt numb. At the moment, the feeling was a blessing. She could think clearly about what she needed to do. That wouldn’t last long. She had a few calls to make. The first went to the local office of the Planetary Police Force. She reported the vandalism and told them she’d be waiting for the officer. While she waited, she called the store and told them she’d be late. Then she called her brother.
Cooper would nag her for days if she didn’t call him about this. She was all too happy to humor him this time. To be truthful, she wanted someone here with her. The fact that someone had been outside her house long enough to create this amount of
“I’ll be there. We’ll have a drive back, and you can explain what’s wrong.” Jack nodded and said, “You owe me for this.” Then he cut the connection
Sephanie went back to looking for her purse, panties, and shoes. She’d found everything except for one shoe by the time Jack arrived. After hesitating, she wrote a note for them, not wanting to disappear without some type of explanation. She slipped out of the house, certain it would lock behind her after she passed through the door. With a sigh, she hurried to the green Duce skimmer. She hopped into it and grinned at her friend.
“Thank you, Jack.” She exhaled slowly when he took the skimmer up to a higher altitude. She’d been half-afraid one or all of them would burst out the front door to stop her.
“Now spill it. How did your date end with you leaving their house in the middle of the night, lacking one shoe?” Jack guided the skimmer toward the city.
“Couldn’t find my shoe. The other, the date was great. They were everything I could hope for, but after I woke up, I wondered if I let things move too fast. I feel so much for them, and if this situation is too good to last, I realized it was going to hurt. I sort of panicked.” She grimaced.
“Can’t gain without the risk.” Jack glanced over at her.
“Yes, I know. It’s only that it happened so fast. I guess I need time to think. I knew I wouldn’t have the opportunity if I stayed there.” With a sigh, she combed her fingers through her hair. She missed them already.
“I’d be pissed if I brought someone home and they skipped out on me.” Jack shook his head.
“They probably will be, but I left them a note. I wrote I’d call them later and explain.” She shrugged. She couldn’t change her actions now even if she was beginning to regret it.
“That wouldn’t help if it was me.” He returned his full attention to driving.
“Yeah, not everyone holds a grudge like you do.” At least, she hoped they wouldn’t hold a grudge. In spite of her panic, she did want their relationship to grow.
Jack dropped her at her home. Lights flicked on as she hobbled toward her little gray house. She hurried up the walkway, noting her yard and garden were looking wild. She’d have to take time to care for that. After she trudged inside, she locked the door behind her and went to bed, but it took a long time to get to sleep.
* * * *
Sephanie stepped out of her house with her jacket over her arm. She stopped dead and stared wide-eyed at the sidewalk. Paint splattered the paved path. Across the splashes of color, words jumped off the gray wall. BITCH slashed across her wall in glaring orange. The letters of WHORE seemed to glow a luminous green. Even amid all the other pigment, SLUT blazed off the wall, a sparkling yellow taunt. She didn’t understand it. Who would do this? Why? How?
She turned around to go inside to report it and again stopped when she saw the same words and more scrawled across her home’s walls. The glaring green and orange slurs jarred her. Her house had motion-activated outside lights. Whoever had done this would have been in plain sight for a long time. Someone had spent a huge amount of time doing it.
She took a deep breath and stomped inside. Confusion whirled through her mind, and she felt numb. At the moment, the feeling was a blessing. She could think clearly about what she needed to do. That wouldn’t last long. She had a few calls to make. The first went to the local office of the Planetary Police Force. She reported the vandalism and told them she’d be waiting for the officer. While she waited, she called the store and told them she’d be late. Then she called her brother.
Cooper would nag her for days if she didn’t call him about this. She was all too happy to humor him this time. To be truthful, she wanted someone here with her. The fact that someone had been outside her house long enough to create this amount of
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