.. several times and said uh-huh as many. Dispatch signed out."Looks legit," the cop said, "And with Judge Austin on your side I don't see how you can...get in trouble for it. I'll just sign that I've inspected and note that everything's gone."He made his note on the paper, gave the letter back to Mrs. Porter and asked, "How about the cars in the garage?" I have until Friday week to get them gone. Wanna buy a car?" Wendy had the grin people get when they know they're going to win. "Cheap." How. The others watched him drive away. Mark spoke first. "Must be serious."Bax chuckled. "Oh, it's serious. Even if he won't admit it."x-x-x-xAt the sound check, Ryan found herself more relaxed than she'd ever been preparing for a gig. It almost made her laugh. Jason's absence was liberating, and added weight to the others' argument that perhaps they shouldn't replace him. She still wasn't sure, but had to admit the idea was appealing, especially if it meant reduced stress levels like this.She. " I whispered and tried to direct him to turn around and go back. But he wouldn't.That's when I thought that if I pet him, or rub him or maybe if I played with him a little, he'd go away. So I patted him on the head and then played with the fur on his back."Aww ... whose the good boy? You're a good boy. You're the shweetie pie... awww." I whispered, not wanting to make too much noise. His tail started wagging even more. I squatted down on my knees and touched his back some more. He too. At that stage of the game Bernie’s unnecessary bulk didn’t do him any favours. Like those big heavy American cars with their sloppy suspension, Bernie didn’t have very much of a chance of changing direction, without a resultant pile up. I’d slid off the stool and taken a couple of paces away from the bar before Bernie ploughed into the vacant seat with an almighty crash. He then lay on the floor on top of a little pile of firewood that had once been a bar stool, whilst he tried to figure out.