Smiling to herself, Angie pulled the zipper of the one piece leather suit down a couple of inches and they roared their approval, as the lights change... to red and amber, she eased the zipper all the way down until her breasts were exposed, the lights went to green and she roared off laughing as the van stalled helplessly provoking a cacophony of car horns behind it.A chauffeur driven Rolls Royce purred along beside her as she eased back on the throttle, an elegantly dressed woman sitting alone. "We could invite some friends," Jessica asked, almost hopefully."Jessica, there's one big problem I can see." What?" Sunday. We are busy with the business on the weekends, you know that." I know," Jessica said, sorrowfully. Then her eyes lit up. "How about Friday?" This Friday?" Yes! It would be great. I can help with everything as soon as I'm home from school. Mom is home early that day. I know it's just two days from now, but we could do it, couldn't we?" Wait just a minute," Jeanie said,. Roger don't... um... don't tell her I told you to ask her... I um... I might... um... ohhh." She almost dropped the coffees she was carrying."Annie relax, it's all right... what's going on?" I can't talk right now, I have to... you know..." She nodded at the building."Yes, I understand Annie." She was moving away and had taken a couple of the many steps that led to the revolving doors entering our building. She turned as if struck by a thought. Then a strange thing occurred to me. Though she. ”Hobo doesn’t have all of the moves yet. But he will. It’s in this phase of his training — the attack phase — that Hobo showed what he does have. Love, devotion, intensity. An intensity that Kraus calls ‘heart’. And Hobo is one of the rare dogs to have as much of it as there is.Borders aren’t bred to be warriors. But this one is one.He lunged, made mid-air corrections, jaws gaping. Crotch, wrist, arm, and, thigh, calf, crotch. Tireless, focused, fervent. Committed.And what is expected of the.