Someone is following me. I can feel it. I see a blue Camry drive by the house too many times to be coincidence. Am I getting paranoid? No! I know who he is.
Wherever I go, he's there: to the park with my daughter, at the hospital parking lot where I work. He approaches me with his, lies, his fantasies, and insane love letters.
I take out a restraining order against him. Will he honor it or retaliate in some way?
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
