I’ll get you another. This makes three, Mike. Maybe you should consider a lanyard.”I didn’t want to tell Peter the truth. Rufus had found my los... Smartphone in plain sight on the coffee table. Being the considerate puppy he was, he’d tested it to make sure it was working. Gorilla Glass didn’t live up to its hype; it couldn’t withstand a teething Labrador Retriever.“I’ll think about a lanyard. What’s up?” I asked my fickle assistant.“I got a call. Ryan Reynolds’ agent called. Ryan’s interested. ”Big John read off about fifteen different universities known for the football programs. “Each of these has asked me to forward game film of you for them to watch over. I’ve heard more than just a few of these guys are not just looking for highlight footage but looking for the complete game footage. They want to see the plays when you aren’t making plays.” Big John dropped the pad back on his desk. “That one made me laugh. I always tell ‘em, ‘when you find one, let me know.’”Tim was now sitting. She pulled the mask from her face, taking in a desperate gulp of air, her mind and her vision clearing almost the second that she filled her lungs. She was floating in the water, Sleethe carrying her in his scaly arms and letting her float gently on the surface of the lake, nudging her with his snout. She patted his nose apologetically.“Thanks big guy, let’s call that eight minutes...”Sleethe returned her to the shore and deposited her gently on the mud. Despite her protests that she was. Christine jumped up and went to check her husband. He had slipped andfell to the floor with a thud and a great deal of force. She had eventhought that she had heard the sound of a breaking bone as he hadlanded. She almost slipped in the beer that some one had spilt on thefloor next to Paul's chair. A hand reached out to catch her arm andsteady her before she had fallen too. She looked up into the dark eyesof one of the black American serviceman. She heard him saying, "I'm amedic. Don't try to.