War might be the sport of kings but Rally is the sport of everybody else.It ranks immediately after soccer.One Christmas the front lines stopped fight...ng and soccer matches were played by both sides. That pissed the generals off no end. The silence was deafening. After the hangovers, the artillery and machine-guns started up again and men that were drinking buddies yesterday were killing each other today.In November, the whole shooting match was heading to South America for rally races in. Her every facial featureseemed ideally sized and placed, from her thin, arched brows, to her large,luminous eyes, her sleek nose, her full, pouty lips.She was sipping on a scotch and smoking a long, thin white cigarette. Sheseemed totally at ease with herself and her surroundings.Despite the exquisitness of her beauty, something seemed to be lacking.Normally, the sight of a gorgeous woman would fill me joy at the wonders ofcreation and life...and maybe a little jealousy at not having such a. "I'll stay upstairs withher until you get done." Thanks honey, I'm guessing she'll be a little upset when she wakes upagain."Amanda stood and watched him go upstairs for a moment before readjustingme on her hip and saying. "What did you find?" Over here," he said as he led out the broken glass door. At the edge ofthe closes fence post to the house you could see they'd pulled a boardaway and accessed a cable running along it for one set of motion sensors.Some alligator clips were visibly still. I noticed that one of the guests spent a lot of time around my wife and I asked her brother who the man was."That's Harry, her ex-husband. I don't recall inviting him, but what the hell, dad liked him and he seemed fond of dad so I guess it is okay that he's here."I suppose that it might have been okay if I hadn't seen him put his hand on my wife's ass and her make no move to push it away. Blame my suspicious nature, a nature nurtured by two cheating ex-wives, but I started keeping an eye on.