" He answered back to her whilst reaching to bring out some orange juice and pour it into a glass. "We could do with some better competition." There i... never gonna be any competition for my boy." His dad said, folding the paper down in front of him and reaching for his can of beer. Obviously he had finished the sports section.Tommy just laughed as he put the carton of orange juice back in to the fridge and gulped the juice down."Have you got practice tonight?" His dad asked him, leaning back in. ‘All right, let’s get comfortable and I’ll try to help you relax and rest some.’ If that was a good start, my very first move was a mistake. In trying to arrange the covers to put them between us so she could lay down she must have felt I was pulling them off her legs and she panicked and clutched them to her. Quickly I turned away to reach across to the chair for the second blanket, trying to ignore her reaction. I had no intention of embarrassing her at all. I arranged the second blanket so. So, when she asked if I would coauthor a story with her, I jumped at the chance. I don’t know if we actually figured out how the process works, we sort of made it up as we went along, but I’m very happy with the result. Working with her has been an amazing experience: Randi is as gracious and kind as she is talented, which is saying a lot. Coauthoring has been a blast, and I hope we can do it again sometime. Meanwhile, enjoy ‘Hate at First Sight.’ ***** Do you believe in hate at first sight? If. Everyone started to relax. Jed said, "We got one that we know of, don't know if any more were hit or how bad. Did you hit any, Jesse?"Jesse quietly replied, "I took out three." Whooooeeee!" cried Ned, "You got three? All dead? I wonder how many was in the full raiding party?" Don't know," said Jesse, "but I guess they had enough! I don't think they'll be back tonight, but we best stand extra guard, just in case. We were very lucky--this time. I'll take first watch, Jed, you take second, and Ned.