’ It was true that Paul had been the one to show me how to throw a punch, but I’d never actually hit anyone like that before. I wasn’t a violent... person. I much preferred peaceful, harmonious solutions to problems. I’d never previously felt the need to settle an argument with my fists. But now—oh God, now… I’d hit Drew twice in twenty-four hours. What the hell was wrong with me? ‘Fuck,’ I mumbled, surreptitiously flexing my throbbing fingers behind my back, my eyes burning as a sudden pool of. ) So I swallowed my rising panic and stepped closer. I poked it gently, no response, so growing braver I poked it once more, harder this time, again no response. Ha! What had I feared I wondered as I poked it really hard and the thing leapt at me once more! It rose to its haunches, or what was once its haunches I supposed, and tried to stare me down. But I refused to be cowed, maybe I am not good with conflict but a white packaged plastic shrink wrapped frozen turkey? No longer would I be. I never did go over to Jessica's house (she was in traffic that day), yet made it back to my house at 5:30 PM. I saw an unfamiliar maroon Chevy pick up truck with the local university parking sticker in my driveway, to which I immediately thought "wow, she really did go through with it." I walk in and announce my arrival to the house, yet didn't hear anything. I walk into our bedroom and notice that the shower is running in the master bathroom. My wife is inside of the glass enclosure of the. Thank you more than I can say," Andrea whispered, hoping not to wake Galena but unable to keep silent any longer. She lightly caressed her bedmate and was only slightly startled to hear Galena's murmured "You're welcome" as she did so."I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Need to get up anyway," Galena grumbled. "You may be a lady of luxury who doesn't have to be at her business till later but high school and the morning bell from hell waits for no woman."Lisa and Jackie were having breakfast.