No beating around the bush. "I'm up. Where do you want to meet?" 11:12 PM.25 minutes later I'm walking by the famous First Avenue looking for the bar ...ext door. All I know is that she has red hair and is wearing a U Of M jacket. I walk in and scan the crowd. Nothing. I work my way to back. Scan the bar -- there she is!Red wig and the right jacket. Checking her out. Big bootie. Big breasts. Cute face. African American. Probably 15 years younger than me. Perfect! Showtime!I walk up, tap her on. He continued to smile at me and used the same finger he had been poking into the old man to poke me in the chest. I heard later that he had gotten two or three pokes in before I smothered him in a storm of punches that left him lying semiconscious and babbling on the floor. Marylou was cut off from me by the crowd as a dozen hands held me back, restraining me from doing anything further to the helpless law dog. The police eventually arrived, cuffed me, and led me off. I didn't see Marylou. It would be a fine spectacle if she were to destroy the throne in front of some snot-nosed lordling come to complain about a broken fence. All in all, this was not a seat for slumping in. Posture was all well and good, of course, but her deportment tutors had probably never had to sit in a deathtrap chair for hours on end.Jordan assessed the situation and took up a parallel position to Lord Basingame, but on the right side of the Princess's throne instead of the left. Instantly he knew he had. He still looked like the skinny black kid Hitch had seen last when they broke up the Turtletown Patriots six years before. Jimmy had to be in his late thirties, but Hitch had a hard time not seeing the eager young man he'd served with first along the Colorado.Jimmy smiled and shook his hand. "Good to see you, Major. It's been a long time." Too long, Jimmy. Really good to see you, too." Hitch turned back towards the bunker, "I'll walk you through, let's get in and warm up."He guided Jimmy to the.