"You would be hard pressed to find an occurance where the woman holds the door for the guy, because it isn't an accepted practice. Be right back I hav...e to use the bathroom." As she rose to leave, Don stood up. She sat down looked at Don and smiled as he looked down at her with a questionable look on his face."Like standing up at a restaurant," Autumn continued. "A woman never stands up for a guy, it isn't in the rule book." You are a something else Autumn." Thank you Don"They ordered and ate. The collar slides around your neck and you realize for the first time, the hood actually sits under the collar as you feel it tighten, but feel me quickly push two fingers under the collar to make sure it is properly cinched. The click of the lock snapping closed brings a quiver through your body. My words in your ear again like I am reading every thought you have. "I have placed a key on a snap ring attached to your collar and then you feel me wrap a piece of tape around your pinky finger and. " She turned her back on the assembled group, and for the first time since their arrival, the leader of the Future Scouts sounded as if she were expressing emotion. "Most of the time when we die there's not enough left to have a funeral with. We get vaporized, blown apart, eaten by space monsters, or erased from history, so that only Sailor Scouts who possess ChronoShards even remember them. And what happens to our enemies? They escape with their lives, if only barely, or they get brought back. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. I'M TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING SHIT. GET OUT AND COME BACK TOMORROW. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!" That was it, I was homeless, at least for the night. Sulking, I wandered aimlessly for about half an hour until an idea struck me. I can go to Jarrod's house. Jarrod had been my best friend since fourth grade. Living in the south, our friendship was a little awkward, even though it was 2010, interracial friendships still weren't common. .