"I saw Francine again, darling"Fortescue growled a nasty growl. There was an infinity of feline loathing in that growl. Francine hated cats and Fortes...ue hated Francine."Francine wants to be a slave, darling Fortescue! Silly old Francine. But you could fix it for her. Couldn't you, sweetie pie?"Fortescue purred for a while and went to sleep. In a few moments Diana too nodded off.After feeling her mistress sink ever further into sleep, the cat opened her green eyes and looked at her. " Randy had had the usual police driving courses, and had done very well in them. This was a whole different kind of assignment, though. After a brief pang of fear, he remembered that his family was in the passenger van, and a cold fury took over his thinking as he tucked in behind the lead van.They traveled almost an hour, going as fast as they dared on the deserted two-lane road. Tension was starting to ease as they neared their destination and the attackers had not appeared. The road had. "However, if you want to talk sports-which is what Jake talks about most of the time-be advised that, while I know a lot about football, I know little about swimming." Well, what's to know? It's a rather uncomplicated sport," she smiled. "You get in the pool, you swim, whoever swims fastest wins. Football's a lot more complicated.'"Especially here," I grinned. "Jake's playbook is bigger than our Calculus textbook." Welcome to Stanford," she laughed, "where they even expect the athletes to know. A smile molded to her face...her dark hair split in two hanging ever so nicely on each side of it..I panic'd slightly and change the subject.."Oh nothin honey..what did ya want for dinner babe?" "Howwa bout PiZZa and BeeR.." as she giggled..."Yea yea ..your mother would kill me." She then sits down tight next to me , snuggles under my arm and says.."Oh dont worry .. I wouldnt tell her daddy..."..I almost shit..that tingling sensation I had felt earlier peeking thru her door was baaaack..."oh.