Pretty decent set of head phones too…damn! What was the song that was always playing when he drove off? Reload…’ ‘Reload?’ ‘No, that was t...e album…let me see…’ Fred turned his head sideways to read the spine labels on the CDs. Finding the one he wanted, he removed it gingerly from the rack. ‘The last song…considered by true Meallica freaks to be at the top of the list or a close second to Bleeding Me…Fixxxer…makes sense if he had bought into all the jihad crap…sees himself as some sort of fixer. “Or a guys’ night?” Pete said. “Some of the NIS guys do that now, but mostly they go to bars, which isn’t my thing.”“Why not both?” I asked. “One weekend, we do a Saturday breakfast and the other week a Friday or Saturday night?”“I’d vote for Saturday,” Dave said. “Friday is our date night.”“Ours, too,” Kurt said.“This sounds like a great idea,” Nick said. “At your place?”“I’m happy to host,” I said. “None of the rest of you have houses just yet.”“Who all would we invite?” Dave asked.. She hefted the lead ball in her hand. It was little more then the weight one would tie to a fishing line, but it would serve the purpose nicely. She waited a moment for her attacker to come closer. "Catch!" she called softly, while gently tossing the weight. The gamble had paid off! Acting on pure instinct, the Snowflake caught the metal ball in both dainty hands. "What is this?" Victory!" Jade shouted as she gave a little flick of her wrist. Several turns of the light strong cord whipped. Most nights, once the creature had finally given up it's game; Sarah had found herself drenched in sweat, shaking violently. This night, however she found herself almost numb to the fear."I'm going insane," she reasoned, staring blankly at the underside of her pillow, "I'm going completely crazy and they're going to send me to an asylum..."Sarah pulled her pillow away, knowing that the danger had passed. She glanced at the digital clock; its red glowing numbers stared back at her and pronounced.