Suddenly, you get to the main road and pull out in the middle of traffic with your unexpected passenger, who is still trying to crush the life out of you with her breasts. "I said Pull Over!", she shouts as cars go roaring by and she squeezes you harder.

"Thanks for the hug, Mary, but really you can stop squeezing me so tightly!", you wheeze.

"Oh, no you d-"

"Listen, if I pull over now, we're both getting flattened!" After a moment, she lets up slightly, so you can just barely breathe now.

"You're still lunch", she whispers in your ear. Just then, her cell phone rings and you feel her arm begin to reach back to her pocket.

"Wait stop!" But your words are just a bit to late. She goes flying off the back of the scooter and into the other lane, but being rather nimble, she doesn't seem to get too badly injured. <Well, I guess that's one way to get rid of her, plus, she'll be fine.> Then you notice the 18-wheeler coming at her from behind a bit of a distance off, but closing fast. Even she hears the rumble of the truck as her angry glare burning into your back turns to pure terror as she whips her head around. She's still sitting on the ground where she cam to rest after her fall. <MOVE!>, your mind screams, but you see her holding her ankle and grimacing and in half a second your brain goes through a small mental bout. <Maybe she can't move. Well, I'm sure she can crawl away. Why is she stuck? She's gonna get hit! Well, all's well that ends well, right? She was trying to eat me after all, this is karma, right? Maybe she can go underneath. Why do I care? She's cruel right? Girl eat girl world after all, right?> You curse yourself and spin your scooter around. You speed up as fast as you can, riding against traffic. She's screaming now, but still not moving. Your eyes from her to the truck and back again. You just make it to her and grab her arm just above the shoulder, hauling her haphazardly onto the back seat of the scooter. "Hold on", you shout and she holds your waist in a terror induced trance. As you turn around to go the right way again, she comes her senses and wraps her arms around you again as they were before, but this time, less of a death grip and more of a casual, if not endearing way.

For a bit, there is silence, then, in a slightly defeated tone, "My house is just off this road", she says, pointing to the right, quickly adding, "if you could please take me home." She gives you the directions to her house and you drop her off on her front lawn. She tries to get off onto her feet, but she topples over instantly. After a moment of hesitation, you lift her and carry her to her door. She unlocks the door and directs to her living room, where you set her down on her couch. You turn to leave but she grabs your arm, "Um, Terrance...thanks", she manages.

Somehow you find enough of your voice to say, "I couldn't just let you get hit." And in that weird awkward moment, she hugs you, an honest hug, and you walk out, closing her front door behind you.

You leave and go home trying to figure out the events of the day. You left your books at school, but you hope your teachers will understand that you were chased out of the school by a hungry goddess, that is, if your history teacher doesn't try to swallow you herself. You fall asleep that night wondering what will change because of this terrifying, exciting, awkward day.