“You’ll do first,” the Comte screamed at Susan and his sabre slashed at her. She parried and he had to step back to parry her blow. Suddenly the...e was a flurry of movement and the Comte’s sabre flew from his hand. Susan’s sabre was now just pricking his throat.“Foncimane!” the Comte addressed the other man. “Do something!”“I am your fencing instructor, Comte, not your assassin. Bravo young lady! I do not think I could have done that myself.”Hermione was gently fending off the dog which now had. " Paul said bowing his head for a moment. When he raised his head to look at Rachel he noticed her deep in thought, and he had peculiar feeling in response to the look of curiosity on her face."What are you thinking?" Paul asked, deciding to listen to the feeling."I was just wondering what it would be like to be a lion. I was always fascinated with them as a child. I've actually visited the small zoo downtown that has a lion enclosure." Rachel said, with a sense of child like wonder on her. Carson shook my hand and said, "It was nice to meet you Bill." Mrs. Carson said the same thing but gave me a little hug. I guess I was in. As they were going up the stairs, they told Jane not to stay up to late.I sat back down and Jane moved closer to me. We just sat there and talked about the show, her dancing and school in general. We talked about how shy we both were. I never really notice how shy she was as in those days the girl never asked a boy to a dance or a date. The burden was always. In the small garage the noise threatened to deafen me, I stumbled around with my hands over my ears, tripped on something and fell into an oily patch on the floor. The impact seemed to have set off a second car alarm in the confined space. The agony in my ears caused me to flail along the floor trying to get up, naturally smearing the oily mess into my clothes, my hair and my skin. I felt like the fourth stooge. I found it hard to believe that no one from inside the house had come out to stop.