. he dropped them in the mud.“When I need a wrench I look in the trunks of cars until I find what I need. Hell, there must be twenty complete sets o...f Snap On tools buried in the mud.”Yup ... that was Sonny.I was stuck with a four wheel drive Jeep that could squeal all four tires on loose gravel. The transfer case wasn’t a Jeep part. I don’t know what it was ... I just knew there was a stub drive shaft about 8 inches long between the four speed and the transfer case.We looked at the site I had. He gave me a funny look."It's your own fault, you know," he said with a smile."Huh? My fault?" I didn't want the team thinking I was responsible for this long practice session on a Saturday."Of course. If you hadn't proved to be such an influential player on the field, we would never have found ourselves in this position." Sorry, Coach," I said. I was confused. "I still don't understand."He laughed out loud, deriving genuine pleasure from my confusion. "Don't be sorry, Sean. I'm just enjoying. John quickly put down the paper and called his best friends, Kurt Roy. Within a half hour, his friend had appeared at John's door. One by one, they were admitted to the two bedroom apartment. Kurt stood 5'10", weighing 205 pounds with a small beer belly that belied the fact that he was once a track star. His blond hair was thinning but still quite long and he wore a single earring, Levi's blue jeans, and a San Jose Shark T-shirt. 10:17 AMWhen John Taylor and Kurt Roy decided to rob the Bank of. " She managed to get out breathlessly. Tristan cursed and turned around to see who it was, drawing his hand from under Amber's blouse."Damon Reid." Tristan said with a sneer in his voice. "What do you want?" Tristan asked, angry at the interruption. His dislike for the man was obvious from his body language.And why the hell not? Tristan asked himself. Damon thought he was a god. Handsome, rich, intelligent... you name it. The reason why Tristan disliked him so much was that his own father never.