.. close, huh?" You were shot!?" the nearly six foot tall blond exclaimed."Yup ... interesting experience ... I don't recommend it." Who ... why ... w...at happened?" Oh ... I shot back ... right between the eyes. Took the back of his head off ... really made a mess." E'veen inquired, "is there a range near here I can use?" You shoot?" Well, I haven't for about a month and I'll bet I'm pretty rusty ... but, yeah, I shoot." Listen ... I know I'm asking a lot ... but ... a showgirl's life can be a. She does a hell of job ironing too. Treat her nice."I just hung up. There's too much going on."I'm sorry, Senor Chuck, I thought you were still sleeping. I tried to be quiet."I smiled, "No problem, Maria, I don't need to sleep all day. I'll put some clothes on and get out of here."I put on Jeans, a T-shirt, and boots. I pushed the bike out of the garage and shut the door. I was about to leave, but thought better of it, and went back inside, put on a big loose vest, and slid a clip-on holster on. ”“Then take a deep breath, let it out, and go kick this guy’s butt!”“Yes, Sensei!”I had to suppress a laugh when Marcia scored the first point by literally kicking her opponent in the butt. They traded points all the way to the end, which left Marcia with a 3-2 victory. She walked over to me, breathing hard from the exertion. There had been many more blocks than scores, and they’d come close to the time limit.“Good job,” I said. “Now it’s down to the third round. What do you think?”“I guarantee. Principal Jameson's pained look when Cal had mentioned how strange the hiring of Hall was. Coach Meinert's stressed look the first several days of practice the previous year.One particular memory leaped to the fore. Soon after the announcement of Coach Meinert's college job the previous spring, Cal had visited his old coach in his office. "It was a little strange, Cal," Meinert had said. "They said they were only interested in me. Didn't know my fame had spread so far across the country. It's a.