She turned and ran into the dark corridor that led to the secret passages of the palace.There was no point in giving her pursuit personally. The princ...ss knew she’d have to call her guards. The princess whirled around from the direction of the assassin’s flight, and faced the boy, who had fallen to his knees, and was panting. He flashed her a grateful look. She nodded. He had saved her life, so he owed her nothing. Then he looked down at her body, and she glared at him, willing him to look. "Well, I can fix your tires no problem," I proudly said. "Where does it squeak?" I asked looking down at the small patch of area where her shorts covered her little twat. Tami frowned and said, "It just squeaks." "Hunh, do the tires squeak? Or the chain?" I asked wanting to pin point the problem area.Again Tami was perplexed and thinking she started to point to areas she thought it might be squeaking from. As she did, she bent and stretched and pointed to various parts of the bike. I wasn't. I fished it out of my pocket, and saw that it was my wife, Monica, calling. I smiled; she must be having a slow day, too. She was a teller at the Bank of America branch in Parkland, and always had the best stories about some of her customers. Well, this is a great excuse to procrastinate; I could pretend the workweek hadn't actually started."Hey, cutiepie," I answered."This is Mark," a man, with a commanding voice, said. There was something about his voice – maybe it was the rich timbre of it,. Pete's Beach.When Zach had first arrived, he'd met with Howard Peterson, the project manager he'd been sent to work with. Howard and Zach had dealt with each other in the past via the phone but really gelled as a team when working face-to-face. By Zach's third week there, the project was flying again and the atmosphere around the office was much more relaxed.That weekend, Howard and his wife Sheila had convinced Zach to let them watch Shannon for the day to allow him to see the local sights..