"What is it?" I demanded.Jack hesitated a moment, then gulped, "You look weird... I mean...weirder." He took a deep breath before slowly telling me, "...ou lookolder... more like a girl..." You... you're imagining things," I gulped out, more than half afraidthat he was right. That shot was doing something to me, and I didn'twant to think about what... "You're just wrong..." But..." Jack started to respond.I turned away from him though, not wanting to hear anything about it.I grimaced and began. Again I ask what exactly is this relaxing. From all readings I received it is a dangerous condition of the human body." "No, I think that being as on guard as I was, that was dangerous. The higher heart rate, the higher adrenaline they are in fact deadly to the human body if sustained for too long a period of time." I imparted to Sheila. Again she was silent a few moments they she replied, "I see, thank you for informing me. I am now going to the information net to learn all I can. This. Three laps for both of you. I did my best not to look peeved. Reid had already jogged away, and I felt I should keep up. The last thing I needed was a soft image. If I was going to be catapulted into their world, I was arriving with style. * * * * * * * * * * Things got better. After a week of intensive training, I started to fit in with the lads. I learnt what my place was in line up, and who was who. Dave was the Alpha. He got his own changing room, and was the quiet, hostile type. In two. Just wait.”“Very well, sir. I will phone him right away.”After consulting the phone book, Reg rang the bank branch and asked for the manager.“Who shall I say is calling, sir?”“Reginald Robertson.”In seconds he got through.“Mr Robertson, sir. What can I do for you?”“You will recall I declined your offer of investment advice, telling you I had my own adviser and that we were contemplating my options?”“Indeed, sir. I was disappointed, but the matter was up to you.”“Correct. You were quite wise in.