So, I needed to find me something to keep the door open before I could go check the names at the doorbells.I started to look around me and the only th...ng that I saw that I could use, was a welcome mat that was lying in front of one of the doors. I quickly went for it, checking behind the handles of those two doors in that corner, but I would have been very lucky if one of them would have been the door to Patrick's apartment. Before going back to the front door, I also went to check the other. And when I walk in the door at 6:30, be in the bath, in a mountain of bubbles. And save me a place!’ * * * The light scent of candles hung in the air when he closed the foyer door behind him. The house was dark, silent, he heard only the very faint sound of water sculled by a hand in the bath upstairs. He loosened his tie and dropped his jacket on the living-room wingback, and had kicked off his shoes and socks and unbuttoned his shirt when he saw the first gold-wrapped heart, on the bottom. From Terri, the trail had led to us.I spotted Travis at the edge of the crowd and waved him over.When he got close enough to be heard, he said, "Hi, Jeanie. What's up?" A little rescue, that's all," I replied."We checked their house; it's empty," Travis said."So they're really gone?" Seems that way." Can you help me load their stuff into the wagon? We'll get out of your hair." It's a slow night tonight," he replied. "No problem."About fifty kisses, hugs and good-byes later, the girls were. And nobody tells her what to do in her dungeon, or out of it.I was wondering how quickly I could get out of the blast radius of her reply.But she just looked at Harry, then replied in her soft, wispy voice, "I'm sorry, Harry, but you don't know enough about applying pain properly."Those few words were the irresistible force of "every guest's request will be satisfied to the limit of the house's ability" crashing against the immovable object of Mistress Cynthia. I held my breath, waiting for the.