Of course I was protesting, wondering if she would leave me there to be found by a maid in the morning. I began thinking how embarrassed I would be if...the local cops had to be called to get me out of the cuffs. As time went by my mind was spinning faster about what was going to happen to me! After about 40 minutes I heard the key in the door and she entered, asking me if I thought she would really do that to me. I told her that I didn't know and tried not to show my nervousness. Of course, the. There was a pregnant pause in the room, and the idle footfalls pushing down on the springy training ring floor ceased. Brigitte darted her eyes side to side, unable to see anything going on behind her, but thought for a moment that maybe, somehow, the men would see reason. It’s not like she wouldn’t honor her promise – she had given her word, after all – just perhaps not all at once here in the ring? “Look at that! The carpet does match the drapes!” exclaimed a voice who Brigitte presumed to. With a little trepidation, she took her stance, raised the pistol, and begin to fire. The action was a little stiff, but I was more interested in her reaction to the recoil. Amazingly, she fired the full load in a reasonable time and hit the target with four out of five shots, two would have been fatal, but the other two would certainly have been annoying. I was impressed at how well she did firing a gun she had never held before, and Sarah was thrilled at her marksmanship. She said that she. “Miss Philips”, I said, “do you remember me, Jim Murphy, I was in this scout group up till last year.” “Good heavens,” she replied, “of course I remember you, Jim, but haven’t you grown.” I decided to go for the punch. “Do you remember, about a year or so ago, how you and Miss Swift punished me for reading a dirty magazine and smoking?“ “I…..er…. I think I remember the occasion,” she mumbled. “Where is Miss Swift, by the way?” “Er... she’s on holiday at the moment.” “In that case I will.