Steph left the hospital Tuesday and took the baby home to her parents place. I had her served the papers and photographs Wednesday morning. The proces... server reported back that she started weeping as she accepted the envelope. At least her parents were on hand to look after her. I guessed that she’d probably already heard about being served from Ed, Jim or work. Or all three. There were a few more messages on my voicemail, this time more of the ‘we can get past this’ variety. Now she knew that. He did the mental calculation and knew something was rotten in Denmark. He drew his guns without a sound and crept forward in response. Jorgensen was not a gunfighter and never carried a gun.The shopkeeper’s pacifism angered the Vaquero more, and he tired from waiting. As the Mexican began his draw, Clint swung into action.The bandit brought his gun up. Blam! Clint’s gun exploded.Clint shot the old revolver out of the man’s hand, ruining the Vaquero’s fingers at the same time. Clint stepped. Awakened by the new arrival, it hovered and twirled before sinking into the wood of the house. "Can I help you?" The man asked. "Are you Mr. Chapman? Christopher Chapman?" The man looked back at Lynn. She read caution and curiosity in his yes. "Yes, I'm Chris Chapman. What can I do for you?" "I'm Lynn Hathaway from Spiel & Filhart & Hathaway? You spoke to my-" "Your assistant. I told him-" "Associate, actually." Lynn corrected. Blinking, the man continued. "Associate. I told him I wasn't. My gold and black laced panties and bra, a black garter belt and stockings, my sleeveless amber dress, jewelery, and bright yellow heels. "Come on, babe, hurry up and get dressed." Wow, this must be something spectacular you have planned." I pull my bedtime panties down over my wide hips, past my thighs, down to my ankles, and step out of them, letting him stare at me naked for a moment. After he makes no obvious attempt to touch me, I shrug and commence adorning myself with the attire he had.