She has to come back this way. Get back into position! Now!"Vlad could barely believe his ears. "Retreat? Fuck that." he twisted the snowmobile's thro...tle and raced after the armored vehicle. "All you other pussies can take it easy ... more silver notches for me." A twisted smile appeared under his white ski mask. The little craft skimmed the surface of the snow as he reached seventy miles an hour. Vlad quickly closed the glimmering white gap between him and the retreating SRT-8."You fucking. He was confused at first and asked whether I’m talking to him. Later, he understood and jumped the terrace compound and landed under the shelter that I have on my terrace.“Even you come here to watch the girls?”, he asked. “No. I come here to smoke”, I replied.“These girls are hot. Most of them are north Indians. Wish I had one of them as my girlfriend”, he said. I just gave a vague humming response.“Don’t you look at them. You have a clear view from your terrace”, he questioned. I chose to be. Both of you."Damn! Family meeting. Never good. I knew Tami and I should have gotten out right after dinner.Traci and I sat on either end of the sofa, Dad in his chair, and Mom hovered behind him instead of settling on the arm. No wonder Mom had asked Tami to wait for me in my room."We, uh, I, uh, we have something important to talk to you about." Dad couldn't decide how to assign blame, or responsibility, or whatever. Definitely not a good sign."I, well, uh, I lost my job." What?" Traci. The gown is designed to preserve your modesty while allowing your buttocks to be bared for the cane.“Place all your clothing and possessions in the locker and take the key with you, putting the plastic coil around your arm,” she said, gesturing to single, tall locker standing against the wall opposite the door. A key attached to a neon-green plastic coil was in the lock. “The only things you should take with you are the gown, the shower shoes, the lanyard with your number and the key.“It is.