Even a .22 caliber gun would have made a hell of a racket inside the saloon.That meant that the shooter must of been able ta see me, 'cause the only w...ay I knew of ta guide a bullet was ta be able ta see the target. It looked like I better check that little assumption out pretty damned quick.The other real important question was whether or not I had a real enemy at least as powerful as me. It's a cinch that he was just tryin' ta scare me an' not kill me, but was that just ta make me worry afore. .. not really. But until someone gets mad about it ... we are.Think about it ... a Madam ... which is Ma'am with an added D ... is a whorehouse operator. Regardless of any other connotations. Dame is the correct name for a knighted female ... and I'll be dammed if I'll call Grace maDOM ... no matter what kinky proclivities she may or may not have."Yes, Commander. You would." One of us needs to be dressed, Grace."I picked up the mike and depressed the send button."Jax, K5." K5, Jax." What's the. She pulled up as hard as she could on his underwear, almost lifting him off the floor. He was gargling in pain! "Achen meinen zuchen schulen!..." something along those lines...The elevator door opened. He stumbled in, with her right behind him. She punched her floor number. The doors closed. They locked eyes on the way up. It was a silent moment. He had a vague sense of what was happening to him. Her eyes burned into him with some kind of hidden purpose.She was starting to know exactly what. I kept my keys in my hand and slowly tiptoed down the stairs... as I passed the door to HIS flat, I could hear him inside... I opened the front door... wincing at the squeak it made... and stepped out onto the path to the gate.The chill made my eyes water... and it was still blowing. As I pulled the door behind me, I miscalculated and instead of closing softly... it closed "normally", that is with a slight bang. I jumped... and immediately started up the path and out into the street... I "felt".