" Oh," came the short response. "Very well." There was a bit more before the intercom cut off, the word 'lazy' being the only one clearly discernable....That was Raoul, wasn't it?" Armand asked mildly."I believe so, Master," Wench answered carefully. She knew that tone.Armand pointed at the receiver for the house phone and snapped his fingers; Wench leaped to retrieve it. "Jason, we have a disciplinary problem," Armand announced."Sir." There was a click -- Jason was on his way. In a moment,. I probably lay there for ten minutes just watching before itstruck me that my phone was just on the floor next to me. If I couldswitch it to silent, I could get a few pictures that I could then sit andlook at whenever I wanted. I reached down slowly, picked up the phone andreturned to my previous position as quietly as I could. The others allstill seemed to be asleep. I scrolled through and turned the phone tosilent, then switched on to the camera mode. I took a couple of pictures,then. I was still in the explorer scouts and was planning to enter the military as soon as I graduated which would be in less than ninety days. Enough of that this story is not about me.This story is about Gina and her constant companion Pitbull Pete.I have to tell you that Pitbull Pete is an ugly dog and he has the scariest looking teeth I have ever seen on a canine even when he was smiling and wagging his tail.My sister Gina and I had been fairly close the last year or so but I drew the line at. A night race has glowing rotors and calipers that let a body know that heat buildup is causing brake fluid to vaporize and a trip through a stream crossing can anneal metal ... or harden it so the first heavy pedal application can shatter a rotor and there goes the brakes. And that, my friends is no fun.A pebble pitted windscreen loses 90% of its safety rating ... following too close can destroy a windshield and being hit in the throat by a fast moving projectile is no fun at all ... even if it.