“Got that right,” the other returned with a grin.“Still, they seem like nice people, and if he wants to supply the ammo, I’ll damn sure shoot ...t up for him,” Baker returned.“Now make that call. Maybe we can wake that asshole up and tell him that his wife has not been kidnapped, and ... never wants to see him again.”Chuckling, Baker was already entering the number into his phone.Without realizing it, they were lucky. In the dark, they couldn’t see down into the abyss as they made the turns on. It might have been very messy if the governor hadn't been quick off the mark in getting the police to turn up.Anyway, after her date was hauled off to the nick by the local constabulary, I, being the gentleman that I am, and with an eye for the off chance, offered Sheila the benefit of my protection and a lift home. Well, we never actually went straight home. We stopped in another pub for a quiet drink, to calm Sheila's nerves down a bit. From there we dated steadily for several months until. After about thirty seconds she put the phone down having not said a word and just stood there. "What's wrong?" I asked."It was Sherry!" she said and burst once again into tears.I told her that everything would be all right and held her in my arms as she cried.After she stopped crying, I got her to eat something and asked her if she wanted to watch TV to take her mind off of things.She agreed. But, when I saw what she picked out to watch I thought it might have been a bad idea after all.The. "What do you think? Will your boss like it?" she asked as she spun in a slow circle. He glanced over at her just as he was taking a drink of his soda and had a coughing fit when he inhaled it down the wrong pipe.She was dressed in a hot-pink tight fitting sheath with slits up the side to mid-thigh and a very low-cut neckline that plunged deep between her breasts. When he could talk again, he wheezed, "You want to wear that to dinner with my boss? Are you trying to get me fired?" What's wrong.