" There was no mistaking his tone. Thiswas an order; not a request. Confused and not a little frightened, Ireversed my recent entry, swinging my legs ...ut and getting to my feet asgracefully as I could.The other officer continued to watch me from a distance. I was alarmedto notice his hand resting on the butt of his gun. There was no doubt inmy mind that he was prepared to draw the gun if necessary. If thesituation had not been so potentially explosive, it would have beenfunny. Even in my old. "With eyes closed, I felt spurt after spurt of his hot, slimey jismsplatter my face. He must have been aiming because he hit both of myeyes, my nose, my closed lips and several splats against my forehead.I even felt one blast jolt my hair with enough force to make it move.With every shot, my wife laughed and made comments such as 'Goodshot', 'Take that, bitch' or 'I think that might have blinded him' and'how's that smell you little sissy?'I felt the nasty stuff start to slowly run down my face.. There were five or six but the head doorman was a black guy. He was the boss, the loudest and funniest. Later in the evening I went to see how she was and there was a bouncer in her seat covering for her. He said he didn’t know where she had gone.I looked all over the club. I waited by the toilets, asked a girl to check. She was nowhere. I went out to the front of the club to look there and asked the doormen again. They just smiled and shrugged their shoulders. The head doorman was not there to. That is, if Patty ever showed up. She said she’d here at a quarter to two, after Good Friday prayers, and it was almost two-thirty. Kristen was hungry. The metal bench was starting to hurt her butt. She’d let three buses go by, and she worried the next guy who tried to pick her up wouldn’t take no for an answer. She looked expectantly at the shops across the pike, sure that at any second her beloved redhead would come bobbing around the corner, brimming with explanations and apologies.But after.