“That ... can’t happen again.”Kanye frowned. “Can’t? I think that’s the wrong word.”“No, I mean, really, it can’t.”“No, it can. ...t happened once, so it CAN happen again. It may not...”“Um, okay, I guess...” Lucille was thrown off-guard by the ‘Can I?’ versus ‘May I?’ thing, where she was expecting direct opposition. “What I meant was that it should not.”“Why not?” Kanye went on the attack, getting up and moving to stand over her. “What we do in the privacy of our own bedroom is nobody else’s. She was a few years younger than me, long red hair to her shoulders. Her pic was smoking hot! It was a tight, short dress. Pink in color, white nylons, and high heeled boots. That pic really turned me on.Her message was a little innocent and a little sexually teasing. She was horny but also looking for a relationship. 'Well, what have I got to lose,' I thought? So, we messaged back and forth for a few days. Our messages started out flirty but got really dirty, really fast. We decided to. The D. A.'s office tried to hang me up to dry for murder. (The guy I attacked with the fire extinguisher died.) I was absolved of any culpability. That was it as far as the county was concerned. The gang? Not so much!After the first attempt on my life I got the idea that I wasn't too safe. I already had an Illinois firearms owner's card, commonly called a FOID card. I owned a big S&W N-frame .357 revolver and a double-barrel 12-gauge coach gun. I hit a big local gun store for a bolt-action .22. ..and any anything from me would be...” “What if I don't care? About it being wrong? What if I wanted to prove a certain somebody right in what he said?” she arched one immaculate eyebrow. “You mean Ron?” She nodded slowly and I swallowed a little, my mouth dry. “So you want to get even with Ron by...” “Is that a bad thing?” “I think so.” I strangled a little on the words. “You would. You're too good for this place, Jim. You're too good for me.” “That sure isn't the case. I didn't mean to.