Heather didn't like being out in the rain. She was going to get even with that bastard Gene - how dare he dump her in such a manner, in the middle of nowhere. She eased the strap of her high heel shoe where it was rubbing, and turned to look back up the street. The road glistened black in the wet night, and the streetlights merged into the puddles. She began to walk, planning what she would do. For a start, she had his key, she realised suddenly with a gleeful grin. He wouldn't be able to get into his car, or his flat, or even to get his phone - she had tossed it onto the back seat when he had told her he knew. All because she had kissed the gorgeous dark Alan. And she took out the bunch of keys from her pocket and flung them far into the night. They glittered as they swung up and down again, into a load of bushes.