Waiting in the parking lot while other more deserving women became empowered, I did some more digging on social media. Several of her college teammates are members of this group and I think a woman who was their coach at Tulane is the one who brought them into it. It seemed a little culty but it may not have anything to do with anything.
Once the thing was over, I followed her home. The only thing I could figure was to ask her point blank if she had any magic shit going on. That’s what I did with Gary. And it technically worked with him.
Turns out that approaching a woman at her home after dark without any preamble is a bad idea. I barely got a word out before she swiveled and hit me with the pepper spray. She jabbed me with her keys too before running for her front door.
I tried my cleansing spell but it did nothing to stop the streaming eye pain. I guess that only works on chemicals inside your body. I figured if I tried to drive I’d ram into something, so I was still there when the cops showed up. Honestly it felt like they were there in two fucking minutes. This must be a really nice neighborhood.
I told them I had been at the seminar, recognized her from her basketball days and wanted to ask her for her autograph. Because who wouldn’t want the autograph of a college player that averaged 6 points a game 10 years ago at a program no one gives a shit about? I apologized profusely for scaring her and admitted I wasn’t thinking.
They messed with my ID for a LONG time. I should probably get some real ID instead of relying only on my fake ID spell. Of course then I would probably have my name connected to a lot of criminal investigations.
Eventually one of the cops went up to the door to talk to her and they let me go with a “don’t be so stupid you moron” lecture.
I waited a couple hours before I went back to break in.
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