I made two 3-pointers, and then coach put me on the bench. He told me afterward if I didn't follow his game plan again, I'd go to the injure list." So..." Lauren said. "What do you think, Uncle Frazier?" Well," the old man in the front seat said. "Game plan is one thing, in-game reaction is another. I'm not talking about last night, but I think they should fire this coach." They won't," Rick said. "He goes, Brat goes." Brat's out for the season," Lauren said."We're busted," Rick said. "For this. Philips" or some such big wig. A couple of times that firstyear, the Boss gave me instructions before headin off to the airport tobe sure that the client is well-taken care of. I understood what thatmeant. To secure the deal, Herrington had promised said client a tastypiece of ass. My ass. I'd take a certain route from the airport thatallowed me to pull over in a discrete location. I'd get that talented assof mine into the back seat and have it properly stuffed with a big fatcock. The next. Under the current conditions, I was seriously outmatched and would most likely soon end up supplementing their meal. Or, maybe worse yet, ending up as one of their numbers.Luckily, I had three things going in my favor.My first advantage was the location. Whenever vampires hunted in packs, they liked to use ambush tactics, surrounding their prey. In this narrow alleyway my flanks were more or less protected, forcing them to come at me head-on and hopefully one at a time.Of course, once they did,. Susanne and I attend - as in many years to follow - together the European Championships in our board game.Susanne and I travel the TGV to Grenoble with her fresh friend Robert, whose birthday is one day before hers. Susanne and I almost always end up celebrating four days in a row, which start with Hubert's, Robert's big bro.Susanne looks lovely, an innocent ingenue, in the Summer of her international debut with us, French Alps '87.Susanne sports long black hairs with a natural wave, a sweet.