“How’s the Indian team doing’?” She asked. “Crap,” he said with disgust.“There’s always a chance dear.” She continued on into the ki...tchen to complete her daily ritual, the dishes.He sat continuing to watch the game wind down, 1 over left and nothing on the earth will prevent Australia winning this crucial match, he heard water running in the kitchen, and came to the realization that India were done. The kids were at their aunt’s place, They had the house to them selves. This thought had not. Walking past the patio he saw a great pair of legs. Thoselong slender legs were looking so smooth. Peter's eyes worked their way upto the face. The square facial features were a dead giveaway that was nota woman. In shock, Peter realized that he was looking at what he wouldconsider a man. Then the disgusting thoughts of how he would love to usethat person for a cheap thrill made him disgusted with himself. To becomemore appealing to himself and cover up if anyone saw him leering at. If you don't come up with it tonight, tomorrow you go into a house where you will take on all comers for twenty dollars a pop until you come up with a thousand. Understand?"Susan looked at him with pure hatred, "I'll get you for this Harry. God as my witness I'll get you!" Sure Suze, sure you will. I've already seen to it that you won't be hassled for being on anybody else's turf, but any freelancers out there are your problem. Here!' and he tossed her something."What is it?" A can of mace -. But the loud, grinding protest of the old rusting door was ignored by the two figures who stood silhouetted in the doorway, their own shadows falling across the enormous tarp covered vehicle in the center of the room."This is it," commented Miranda with a sad smile, her tone distant as she walked up to the car and ran her hand idly over the tarp-covered hood, "my father's favorite toy."Misty stepped carefully up behind her, half wondering if she should be careful to only stand in Miranda's.