Finally Abby roused herself from her animal lover’s arms. A drenched and tired JoJo also clambered from the pool, happy to return to the comfort of...his cage for a well deserved rest. Abby toweled herself off, donning a fresh pair of scrubs. Then she retrieved her clipboard, going over the assessment form and giving JoJo a glowing review on each and every aspect of his sexual performance. She paused, chewing thoughtfully on her pencil as she noticed that the form made no specific mention of. "Martin Van Pelt, AKA Mark Gordon walked out of the dining hall, wipinghis mouth with a paper napkin. "Yeah, Deirdre?" Vanessa wants to apply make up. I am going to let her use the ladiesrestroom, but you have to watch her." Sure," he looked at Vinnie. "You going be a problem today?" No." Vinnie looked down at the intensity of the regard. He feltembarrassed for some reason."All right." Vinnie walked down to the ladies room, where Martin used akey on his ring to open it. He reached in, flicking. Of course it wasn't perfect, but it was the best alarm system we could come up with on short notice.The alarm system was put into use only three nights after we had it in place. The Rocking R Bar, north of us, was hit, and we set off to assist as soon as we saw the alarm. It wasn't long before an army of 43 men arrived to assist in catching the rustlers. We thundered off in pursuit of the rustled cattle and had no trouble in catching up to them before they had made 5 miles in their getaway. “Whatever,” she replied.Now that has to be one of the most annoying words in any language, right? Whatever.Especially when it is said by a teenager as if the true meaning of the word is ‘you’re an idiot and everyone knows it and that’s the end of the discussion. I win’.“Wanna bet?” I said.“Yeah.”“Cool,” I said, and started to pour myself another cup of tea. “For what? The usual?”The usual was just that. The usual stuff that all kids put on the line in a bet like that. I would have to clean her.