As Jack turned to leave, his eye caught in the mirror an odd movement toward the back of the barroom. He turned to look as a bullet went flying passed...him to bury itself in the bar, accompanied by the crashing boom of a .44-40 fired indoors. Jack dropped to the floor, along with all of the patrons of the saloon, except for the shooter. For some reason, he was still standing there with his smoking gun in his hand and a stupid expression on his face as he tried to find Jack among the bodies. You could feel the tension in the air as the forty-five minutes seemed to drag on forever.The judges took a short break and then, one by one, each group was called into the room to hear their verdict. For dramatic effect, the contestants walked into a darkened room, the floor lit by spotlights leading to the judges.Several cameras recorded the judges and the competitors as they were critiqued for their performance. The judges took turns telling those from each group who were finished in the. The front door of the farm house was an old solid wooden door. I knocked firmly and the door opened slightly. From inside I could hear raised voices. Angry voices. This was not normal for the House of Lush. I pushed the door open and we entered the house. I saw Alex remonstrating with a man and a woman. "But I have an invite..." "And she doesn't. I'm afraid she will have to leave. House rules are very clear." "Is everything ok?" I interjected, not quite sure if I should. My question prompted. I met a man while I was playing hooky from school. It was the start of my senior year and I already had enough credits to graduate so missing a day wasn't going to affect whether I graduated or not so I skipped that day. I was at the mall planning to go to an early movie when I met Steve. Young and naive but not stupid I knew why he struck up a conversation with me. I let him take me down the mall to Piccadilly's for lunch and then when he asked me if I'd like to see his boat, I said,.