“Hey, loser!”Helena rolled her eyes at the sound of the shrill voice. It belonged to someone she hated more than anyone else in the world, second ...only to Xavier: Daphne Brooke, one of the bitchiest girls in the school, and before the Antichrist’s arrival, she had been Helena’s nemesis. Their mutual hatred was understandable: Helena was an uptight child of God with a pure heart and soul (minus her violent temper and affinity for violence against heathens), and Daphne was a sinful delinquent with. No one paying the least attention to courtesy on the road. These nice, bowing, totally Courteous Japanese were bullies when it came to any sort of transportation. I got back to Yamato, the gate town outside the West Gate of the base, and decided that a Jack Daniels and water would be a welcome addition to my life. I was shot. Of course, I went to Satchiko’s bar, where else? Since this was mid-week, during the middle of the day, we were alone. After my shaking hand was stilled, and her patented. I went to my left and up one step into the den and peeked out the den's window, which afforded a look up the parking lot I couldn't get from the balcony doors. I still saw on one, which didn't surprise me as it was pouring cat's and dog's outside. Still biting my lip, I stood back and crossed my arms over my chest.Kids? I hadn't experienced it yet, but Ken told me kids sometimes play bell-tag, ringing everyone's doorbell in the building and then tearing outside to hide. Plausible, though kinda. Now I know we talked about it, and we both agreed that it would be Ok for me to go with your boss to that convention since his wife was sick or something. How many wives has he had anyway? So I packed my little black dress and real high heels, and he sent a car and off to the airport I went Friday morning, and he met me there and hugged me and thanked me and patted my butt.Now I’m not dumb like you sometimes say, and I know about date rape drugs, but I sure don’t know what was in my lemonade on.