On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

> >> >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> >> >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> >> >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> >> >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
>
>>>Woof has the rope out.  30 meters of good hemp rope.  The device >>> 
>>>/cart is twenty meters out from shore, so you have plenty to work
>>>with.
>>>
>>>Jezebel swims back to shore.  "It looks like a remote launcher of
>>>sorts," she turns and looks back out at the object, "or possibly a
>>>really large claymore, barring that it's one damn big snowcone
>>>maker."
>>>
>>>She grabs one end of the rope and ties it loosely about her waist
>>>before swimming back out to the device and attaching the rope to
>>>the metal loop.  Once the rope is attached she gives Woof the
>>>signal to start pulling.
>>>
>>Woof quickly makes a harness for the two horses and attaches it to
>>the saddle.  If this doesn't work, he'll have to redo it to allow the
>>horses to put more weight into it...
>
>Saddle works, not well, but it works.  The horses strain and stumble
>in the rocky ground, but the device and cart does turn, slowly.
>
>>>Once (if) the device is turned about 45 degrees she'll signal him
>>>to stop, that should turn the barrel end away from the dam.
>
>Jezebel calls out to stop, and Woof calls back...
>
> >"Sure we don't want to turn it all the way away from the dam?  I'm
> >thinking that we could shoot the antenna off...  What say you?"
>>
>>As she struggles out of the water with the rope she listens carefully to 
>>Woof's words.  "I thought about that, but if anyone runs a quick 
>>inspection a total turn will be much easier to spot than a partial one."
>
>"Right you are.  But that would necessitate someone coming out here >and 
>fixing it, unless they have remotes that can move these things,"
>Woof argues.

"Didn't look like it had a powered drive train."  (From Eris's descriptions 
that is.)

>>Jezebel flops down in the water at the lakes edge.  "I also thought about 
>>blowing the battery pack off of it but it's a fairly sophisticated setup. 
>>Someone has invested a lot of time on this thing."  She thinks for a 
>>moment.  "Personally I'd rig it with multiple triggers, radio, loss of the 
>>white noise, and power loss. Sort of a deadmans switch as it were."
>
>"Sure.  I would too," Woof agrees.  "But I don't think that
>matters..."
>
>>She looks back out at the object in the water, "I'm thinking leave the 
>>power pack alone, it can't transmit out in all this crap," she waves a 
>>hand about in the air, "but I am thinking we put two rounds in the 
>>launcher right around the waterline and flood it out.  Given the work that 
>>they've gone through to seal that sucker up it's a dry launcher, I'm 
>>hoping that the water in the can will either saturate the propellant or 
>>overpressurize the whole unit when it lights off."
>
>"I'd agree with flooding it, yes, but I think once we turn it, if we can 
>detonate it, we should.  And if we can use it to puncture the dam, >we 
>might want to do that too.  Sure there might be some flooding downstream, 
>but if we can punch it through at the 45 degree angle, it might not be as 
>much water as a center line punch."

Jezebel grins an evil grin, "Only one problem with that.  Area jammers only 
have about a 5k radius, best case scenario.  Which means there's probably 
neighbors up here with us and if we set one off before we neuter the other 
two that's still a whole heck of a lot of water going down river.  The rain 
storm should muffle our shots, but the won't muffle a good sized explosion."

>>She looks up at Woof, "I don't have the kit here to disarm it properly so 
>>we'll do the best we can with what we have.  Once we're done with this one 
>>we double time to the next one and repeat the process before the skys open 
>>up on us big time."
>
>"So why don't we turn it [ooc: if we haven't] then punch a couple of holes 
>into the launcher, then blow the antenna off?  Either it detonates or we 
>take it out of range...  I'm guessing that if the jammer is turned off, we 
>get a signal to detonate.  If we can turn it, flood it, then blow it, it 
>doesn't matter how much it rains!"  Woof looks around at the gathering 
>clouds.  "I'd say we are in for a blow. And I wonder if *that's* being 
>orchestrated too.  Seeding the clouds?"

"I'm thinking a single shot through the back corner, minimize the odds of 
the round bouncing about in there and provide two holes for the water to 
leak in through.  Again by detonating it you're making a lot of noise that 
we really don't want to make.  I could punch a hole in that back cover with 
my knife but I don't want to be that close just in case it lights off."

Lysia Jezebel David

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

>From: "Adunaphell =P" 
>
> > >> >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> > >> >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> > >> >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> > >> >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> >
>>>>Woof has the rope out.  30 meters of good hemp rope.  The device
>>>>/cart is twenty meters out from shore, so you have plenty to work
>>>>with.
>>>>
>>>>Jezebel swims back to shore.  "It looks like a remote launcher of
>>>>sorts," she turns and looks back out at the object, "or possibly a
>>>>really large claymore, barring that it's one damn big snowcone
>>>>maker."
>>>>
>>>>She grabs one end of the rope and ties it loosely about her waist
>>>>before swimming back out to the device and attaching the rope to
>>>>the metal loop.  Once the rope is attached she gives Woof the
>>>>signal to start pulling.
>>>>
>>>Woof quickly makes a harness for the two horses and attaches it to
>>>the saddle.  If this doesn't work, he'll have to redo it to allow the
>>>horses to put more weight into it...
>>
>>Saddle works, not well, but it works.  The horses strain and stumble
>>in the rocky ground, but the device and cart does turn, slowly.
>>
>>>>Once (if) the device is turned about 45 degrees she'll signal him
>>>>to stop, that should turn the barrel end away from the dam.
>>
>>Jezebel calls out to stop, and Woof calls back...
>>
>>>"Sure we don't want to turn it all the way away from the dam?  I'm
>>>thinking that we could shoot the antenna off...  What say you?"
>>>
>>>As she struggles out of the water with the rope she listens
>>>carefully to Woof's words.  "I thought about that, but if anyone
>>>runs a quick inspection a total turn will be much easier to spot
>>>than a partial one."
>>
>>"Right you are.  But that would necessitate someone coming out here >>and 
>>fixing it, unless they have remotes that can move these things,"
>>Woof argues.
>
>"Didn't look like it had a powered drive train."
>
>>>Jezebel flops down in the water at the lakes edge.  "I also thought
>>>about blowing the battery pack off of it but it's a fairly
>>>sophisticated setup.  Someone has invested a lot of time on this
>>>thing."  She thinks for a moment.  "Personally I'd rig it with
>>>multiple triggers, radio, loss of the white noise, and power loss.
>>>Sort of a deadmans switch as it were."
>>
>>"Sure.  I would too," Woof agrees.  "But I don't think that
>>matters..."
>>
>>>She looks back out at the object in the water, "I'm thinking leave
>>>the power pack alone, it can't transmit out in all this crap," she
>>>waves a hand about in the air, "but I am thinking we put two rounds
>>>in the launcher right around the waterline and flood it out.  Given
>>>the work that they've gone through to seal that sucker up it's a dry
>>>launcher, I'm hoping that the water in the can will either saturate
>>>the propellant or overpressurize the whole unit when it lights off."
>>
>>"I'd agree with flooding it, yes, but I think once we turn it, if we
>>can detonate it, we should.  And if we can use it to puncture the
>>dam, we might want to do that too.  Sure there might be some flooding
>>downstream, but if we can punch it through at the 45 degree angle, it
>>might not be as much water as a center line punch."
>
>Jezebel grins an evil grin, "Only one problem with that.  Area jammers
>only have about a 5k radius, best case scenario.  Which means there's
>probably neighbors up here with us and if we set one off before we
>neuter the other two that's still a whole heck of a lot of water going
>down river.  The rain storm should muffle our shots, but the won't
>muffle a good sized explosion."
>
>>>She looks up at Woof, "I don't have the kit here to disarm it
>>>properly so we'll do the best we can with what we have.  Once we're
>>>done with this one we double time to the next one and repeat the
>>>process before the skys open up on us big time."
>>
>>"So why don't we turn it [ooc: if we haven't] then punch a couple of
>>holes into the launcher, then blow the antenna off?  Either it
>>detonates or we take it out of range...  I'm guessing that if the
>>jammer is turned off, we get a signal to detonate.  If we can turn
>>it, flood it, then blow it, it doesn't matter how much it rains!"  >>Woof 
>>looks around at the gathering clouds.  "I'd say we are in for a blow. And 
>>I wonder if *that's* being orchestrated too.  Seeding the
>>clouds?"
>
>"I'm thinking a single shot through the back corner, minimize the odds
>of the round bouncing about in there and provide two holes for the
>water to leak in through.  Again by detonating it you're making a lot
>of noise that we really don't want to make.  I could punch a hole in
>that back cover with my knife but I don't want to be that close just
>in case it lights off."

Jezebel looks back at the device and wrings her hair out before pealing her 
tank top off.  "I just don't want to make a scene out here and attract a ton 
of attention," she starts to wring the water out of the shirt before walking 
back to the horses and opening up the saddle bags.

"I think honestly, one shot," she pulls another top out of her pack and 
looks at Woof, "if it doesn't blow up the next one we puncture with the 
knife."  She pauses for a moment before putting the second top on.  It's 
black with a long red chinese dragon down the right side.  Jezebel pulls a 
fresh set of boxers out of the saddle bag and walks around behind the horse 
before stripping out of the wet ones and putting the dry ones one.

Lysia Jezebel David

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

>From: "Adunaphell =P" 
> > > >> >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> > > >> >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> > > >> >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> > > >> >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel

>>>"So why don't we turn it [ooc: if we haven't] then punch a couple of
>>>holes into the launcher, then blow the antenna off?  Either it
>>>detonates or we take it out of range...  I'm guessing that if the
>>>jammer is turned off, we get a signal to detonate.  If we can turn
>>>it, flood it, then blow it, it doesn't matter how much it rains!"  
>>> >>>Woof looks around at the gathering clouds.  "I'd say we are in for a
>>>blow. And I wonder if *that's* being orchestrated too.  Seeding the
>>>clouds?"
>>
>>"I'm thinking a single shot through the back corner, minimize the odds
>>of the round bouncing about in there and provide two holes for the
>>water to leak in through.  Again by detonating it you're making a lot
>>of noise that we really don't want to make.  I could punch a hole in
>>that back cover with my knife but I don't want to be that close just
>>in case it lights off."
>
>Jezebel looks back at the device and wrings her hair out before
>pealing her tank top off.  "I just don't want to make a scene out here
>and attract a ton of attention," she starts to wring the water out of
>the shirt before walking back to the horses and opening up the saddle
>bags.
>
>"I think honestly, one shot," she pulls another top out of her pack and
>looks at Woof, "if it doesn't blow up the next one we puncture with the
>knife."  She pauses for a moment before putting the second top on. It's 
>black with a long red chinese dragon down the right side. Jezebel pulls a 
>fresh set of boxers out of the saddle bag and walks
>around behind the horse before stripping out of the wet ones and
>putting the dry ones one.

She continues to dress, pants, wipes her feet off carefully before putting 
socks and boots back on, combat harness, shoulder holster, butterfly holster 
and finally duster.

She looks over at Woof as she straightens her hair out with her fingers 
before looking up the hill for a good spot to take the shot.  Her right hand 
pulls the bipod out of her cargo pocket and spins it unconciously like some 
oversized metallic drum stick.

"Right about there," she points up the hill, grabs the rifle and snaps the 
bipod into place with a practiced ease.  There's a soft click as the 
components lock together.

She takes the reigns of her horse and starts to head up towards the location 
where she can get a good angle shot on the back corner of the device and 
hopefully flood it out.

Lysia Jezebel David

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

> >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> > >
> >
> >"I'm thinking a single shot through the back corner, minimize the odds
> >of the round bouncing about in there and provide two holes for the
> >water to leak in through.  Again by detonating it you're making a lot
> >of noise that we really don't want to make.  I could punch a hole in
> >that back cover with my knife but I don't want to be that close just
> >in case it lights off."
> 
> Jezebel looks back at the device and wrings her hair out before pealing
> her 
> tank top off.  "I just don't want to make a scene out here and attract a
> ton 
> of attention," she starts to wring the water out of the shirt before
> walking 
> back to the horses and opening up the saddle bags.
> 
As she peals, Woof turns his head and looks out over the water, listening to
her, and nodding his head in agreement.  "I'll buy that," he says.

> "I think honestly, one shot," she pulls another top out of her pack and 
> looks at Woof, "if it doesn't blow up the next one we puncture with the 
> knife."  She pauses for a moment before putting the second top on.  It's 
> black with a long red chinese dragon down the right side.  Jezebel pulls a
> 
> fresh set of boxers out of the saddle bag and walks around behind the
> horse 
> before stripping out of the wet ones and putting the dry ones one.
> 
"Deal.  And we have to get a move on, to get this going before the flood!
Let me know when you're dressed," he says with a grin. 

Woof

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

> >From: "Adunaphell =P" 
> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> 
> >"I think honestly, one shot," she pulls another top out of her pack and
> >looks at Woof, "if it doesn't blow up the next one we puncture with the
> >knife."  She pauses for a moment before putting the second top on. It's 
> >black with a long red chinese dragon down the right side. Jezebel pulls a
> 
> >fresh set of boxers out of the saddle bag and walks
> >around behind the horse before stripping out of the wet ones and
> >putting the dry ones one.
> 
> She continues to dress, pants, wipes her feet off carefully before putting
> 
> socks and boots back on, combat harness, shoulder holster, butterfly
> holster 
> and finally duster.
> 
Once he *thinks* she's dressed, he starts getting the horses together, the
rope coiled and around the pommel of his saddle.

> She looks over at Woof as she straightens her hair out with her fingers 
> before looking up the hill for a good spot to take the shot.  Her right
> hand 
> pulls the bipod out of her cargo pocket and spins it unconciously like
> some 
> oversized metallic drum stick.
> 
> "Right about there," she points up the hill, grabs the rifle and snaps the
> 
> bipod into place with a practiced ease.  There's a soft click as the 
> components lock together.
> 
Woof walks with the horses, and hands the reigns of her horse to her as he
passes.  He swings up into the saddle, and rides to the top of the hill.

> She takes the reigns of her horse and starts to head up towards the
> location 
> where she can get a good angle shot on the back corner of the device and 
> hopefully flood it out.
> 
Woof takes her horse as she gets to where she wants to shoot, then pulls his
camera.  "Let me catch this on film," he says.  When he is ready, he lets
her know.  "Count it down...I'll snap several," he adds.

Woof

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

>From: "Smith, Greg" 

> > >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> > >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> > >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> > >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> > > >
> > >
>>>"I'm thinking a single shot through the back corner, minimize the >>>odds 
>>>of the round bouncing about in there and provide two holes for
>>>the water to leak in through.  Again by detonating it you're making
>>>a lot of noise that we really don't want to make.  I could punch a
>>>hole in that back cover with my knife but I don't want to be that
>>>close just in case it lights off."
>>
>>Jezebel looks back at the device and wrings her hair out before
>>pealing her tank top off.  "I just don't want to make a scene out
>>here and attract a ton of attention," she starts to wring the water
>>out of the shirt before walking back to the horses and opening up the
>>saddle bags.
>
>As she peals, Woof turns his head and looks out over the water,
>listening to her, and nodding his head in agreement.  "I'll buy that,"
>he says.

Jezebel chuckles as Woof turns suddenly away from her.

>>"I think honestly, one shot," she pulls another top out of her pack
>>and looks at Woof, "if it doesn't blow up the next one we puncture
>>with the knife."  She pauses for a moment before putting the second
>>top on.  It's black with a long red chinese dragon down the right
>>side.  Jezebel pulls a fresh set of boxers out of the saddle bag and
>>walks around behind the horse before stripping out of the wet ones
>>and putting the dry ones one.
>
>"Deal.  And we have to get a move on, to get this going before the
>flood!  Let me know when you're dressed," he says with a grin.

"Trust me I've been much more naked in front of guys who were considerably 
less savory than you.  Remember I was a dancer for a while and I did serve 
with the baddest ass bunch of boys in military uniforms for a few years."

She throws the wet tank top at the back of Woof's head.  "Besides you didn't 
seem to have a problem with the wet t-shirt contest we had going on here 
before."  She watches him as he struggles to get the shirt off his head.  
Before he can return the favor she halts him with a hand, "Don't you dare, 
that's designer."

Lysia Jezebel David

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

>From: "Smith, Greg" 
> > >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> > >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> > >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> > >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> >
>>She looks over at Woof as she straightens her hair out with her
>>fingers before looking up the hill for a good spot to take the shot. Her 
>>right hand pulls the bipod out of her cargo pocket and spins it
>>unconciously like some oversized metallic drum stick.
>>
>>"Right about there," she points up the hill, grabs the rifle and
>>snaps the bipod into place with a practiced ease.  There's a soft
>>click as the components lock together.
>
>Woof walks with the horses, and hands the reigns of her horse to her
>as he passes.  He swings up into the saddle, and rides to the top of
>the hill.
>
>>She takes the reigns of her horse and starts to head up towards the
>>location where she can get a good angle shot on the back corner of
>>the device and hopefully flood it out.
>
>Woof takes her horse as she gets to where she wants to shoot, then
>pulls out his camera.  "Let me catch this on film," he says.  When he
>is ready, he lets her know.  "Count it down...I'll snap several," he
>adds.

Jezebel shakes her head as she clicks the bipod legs out softly, with a 
practiced thumb she presses the quick release for the lens covers and the 
open with a soft pop.  She rests the rifle on a rock and moves herself into 
position, with both eyes open she lines up the back corner of the device in 
her line of fire.  Her breathing slows as she flicks the safety off and 
wraps her finger around the trigger.

The stock eases gently into her left cheak, stupid cupie doll mirror cheak 
bone still doesn't feel right for this.  She pauses for a moment waiting for 
everything to feel right, the waves rise and fall against the metallic 
surface in her sights.  Jezebels breathing continues on at a measures pace, 
her fingers tightens on the trigger, there's a soft click as the first stage 
is release.

Very softly as she exhales a shallow breath she utters a single word.  
"Now."  Her finger pulls the trigger back in a single fluid movement.

CRACK!

Lysia Jezebel David

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

>From: "Smith, Greg" 
> >
> > >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> > >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> > >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> > >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> > > >
>>>"Deal.  And we have to get a move on, to get this going before the
>>>flood!  Let me know when you're dressed," he says with a grin.
>>
>>"Trust me I've been much more naked in front of guys who were
>>considerably less savory than you.  Remember I was a dancer for a
>>while and I did serve with the baddest ass bunch of boys in military
>>uniforms for a few years."
>>
>Woof laughs.  "I forgot you were a dancer!" he says, "though now that
>you mention it, I could see the moves there!"

She looks at Woof for a moment, "Woof, none of my dancing ever involved a 
brass pole or a showerstall.  Contrary to popular opinion, I danced and sang 
in four musicals before loosing my mind."

>>She throws the wet tank top at the back of Woof's head.  "Besides you
>>didn't seem to have a problem with the wet t-shirt contest we had
>>going on here before."  She watches him as he struggles to get the
>>shirt off his head.  Before he can return the favor she halts him
>>with a hand, "Don't you dare, that's designer."
>
>THWAP!
>
>"I've never had a problem with wet t-shirt contests!" he says, trying
>to get her wet clothes off his head.  He freezes as he was going to
>throw.  "Hmmm, he says, holding out the 'designer' tank  top by the
>straps, just beyond her reach from behind the horses...

She leans out and takes the shirt back.  "Lily Leung, brilliant woman, 
amazing head for business."  She folds the shirt carefully.  "Can't pick 
wine or partners worth a shit though, utterly hopeless."

Lysia Jezebel David

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

> > > >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> > > >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> > > >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> > > >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> > > > >
> >>>"Deal.  And we have to get a move on, to get this going before the
> >>>flood!  Let me know when you're dressed," he says with a grin.
> >>
> >>"Trust me I've been much more naked in front of guys who were
> >>considerably less savory than you.  Remember I was a dancer for a
> >>while and I did serve with the baddest ass bunch of boys in military
> >>uniforms for a few years."
> >>
> >Woof laughs.  "I forgot you were a dancer!" he says, "though now that
> >you mention it, I could see the moves there!"
> 
> She looks at Woof for a moment, "Woof, none of my dancing ever involved a 
> brass pole or a showerstall.  Contrary to popular opinion, I danced and
> sang 
> in four musicals before loosing my mind."
> 
"Really?  'Singing in the Rain'? and all that?"  He laughs.  "Loosed your
mind, did you?  And once it was loose, did you get lucid?  I've heard of
loose women, but never quite like that!" he grins.

> >>She throws the wet tank top at the back of Woof's head.  "Besides you
> >>didn't seem to have a problem with the wet t-shirt contest we had
> >>going on here before."  She watches him as he struggles to get the
> >>shirt off his head.  Before he can return the favor she halts him
> >>with a hand, "Don't you dare, that's designer."
> >
> >THWAP!
> >
> >"I've never had a problem with wet t-shirt contests!" he says, trying
> >to get her wet clothes off his head.  He freezes as he was going to
> >throw.  "Hmmm, he says, holding out the 'designer' tank  top by the
> >straps, just beyond her reach from behind the horses...
> 
> She leans out and takes the shirt back.  "Lily Leung, brilliant woman, 
> amazing head for business."  She folds the shirt carefully.  "Can't pick 
> wine or partners worth a shit though, utterly hopeless."
> 
Woof mounts and rides up the hill....  He snaps the shots as Jez takes the
shot...

Woof

On the Trail: Woof, Jezebel (combining messages)

> >From: "Smith, Greg" 
> 
> >> >> Location:   The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> >> >> Ship time:  0997.261.1100
> >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> > >
> >
> >>Jezebel looks back at the device and wrings her hair out before
> >>pealing her tank top off.  "I just don't want to make a scene out
> >>here and attract a ton of attention," she starts to wring the water
> >>out of the shirt before walking back to the horses and opening up the
> >>saddle bags.
> >
> >As she peals, Woof turns his head and looks out over the water,
> >listening to her, and nodding his head in agreement.  "I'll buy that,"
> >he says.
> 
> Jezebel chuckles as Woof turns suddenly away from her.
> 
> >>"I think honestly, one shot," she pulls another top out of her pack
> >>and looks at Woof, "if it doesn't blow up the next one we puncture
> >>with the knife."  She pauses for a moment before putting the second
> >>top on.  It's black with a long red chinese dragon down the right
> >>side.  Jezebel pulls a fresh set of boxers out of the saddle bag and
> >>walks around behind the horse before stripping out of the wet ones
> >>and putting the dry ones one.
> >
> >"Deal.  And we have to get a move on, to get this going before the
> >flood!  Let me know when you're dressed," he says with a grin.
> 
> "Trust me I've been much more naked in front of guys who were considerably
> 
> less savory than you.  Remember I was a dancer for a while and I did serve
> 
> with the baddest ass bunch of boys in military uniforms for a few years."
> 
Woof laughs.  "I forgot you were a dancer!" he says, "though now that you
mention it, I could see the moves there!"

> She throws the wet tank top at the back of Woof's head.  "Besides you
> didn't 
> seem to have a problem with the wet t-shirt contest we had going on here 
> before."  She watches him as he struggles to get the shirt off his head.  
> Before he can return the favor she halts him with a hand, "Don't you dare,
> 
> that's designer."
> 
THWAP!  

"I've never had a problem with wet t-shirt contests!" he says, trying to get
her wet clothes off his head.  He freezes as he was going to throw.  "Hmmm,
he says, holding out the 'designer' tank  top by the straps, just beyond her
reach from behind the horses...

Woof.  

"'Woof! Woof woof!'  That's my other dog imitation,"  ~ Oddball

> Lysia Jezebel David