:: "You have just reached my voicemail. I'm sorry I couldn't answer your call. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you. Promise!" If Unity's voice could taste like something it would be frosting. Creamy and ever so sweet! Legs crossed checking her voice messages. One was from Cliff asking to go out soon. The other was from Angel. The surfer from the beach. Dinner sounded fun. Unity had told him so at the beach. Calling back she would get his own voicemail. Guess he was working or sleeping. Sometimes Unity stayed late at the Marina. She was a busy bee getting ready to study the mating cycle of the monk seals. "Hey, Angel. Dinner sounds like a Blast. I'm residing at the pack house, so come by the pad anytime. Maybe we can hang with the rest of the wolves. Later gator!" ::