But she'd hired a guy from a big agency, a guy I didn'twant him to connect with the me sitting here, on Bobbie's sofa, wearing aminiskirt and flowery ...blouse. Freddie the lawyer, his secretary and theaccident that never happened would be a blind alley for him, but I didn'tthink I could afford to have him meet the other me. Maybe a message,saying a colleague, she had run into a guy also looking for Gentry. Maybethat would work. Maybe. Unless Chet decided he needed to talk to theagency guy.It. I have been involved in several unusual situations, but none of them come close to what happened to me this past weekend. I had been invited to referee at a soccer tournament several miles from where I live, and since the fields were reported to be in good shape, and the teams normally quite competitive, I accepted the offer.The tournament began early Saturday morning and I had been assigned to two games that morning and two games that afternoon. The two morning games went well and I then took. .. between lanes ... whenever they please, usually doing so a breakneck speeds. Pop likes to call motorcyclists in California "Organ Donors." I will admit that Tod is saner than most riders, but the fact remained ... if he was going to give sweet, shy Sandy a lift home, she'd be on the back of a Harley. There was just no way. "What do you want to bet?" I asked my wife. "Put your money where your mouth is!"She smiled sweetly. "If I win, you have to let me suck you," she said.I barked a laugh.. The day dawned dark and overcast and as I was on my way to the office suddenly alarms sirens are going off everywhere; we are under attack. Humans are running everywhere and Orlanans are swooping down to stations. As I enter the Ground Control Center the readouts tell me all I need to know. There are more than one thousand ships up there against our 8 stations and 7 ships. As the battle wages I can see that some 200 Skree ships have broken off from the others and are heading for landing sites.