"Now let's go show Cyn how nice youturned out!" Show Cynthia?" I whined in dismay. "D-do we have to let C-Cynthia see methis way, Ma'am?" Cynthia knew...me as a real man's man. We were friends inour own way and I was terribly reluctant to show myself to her in thisembarrassing state. And I had just thought of another problem:The wrist-cuffs Cynthia had thoughtfully provided with the concealed keyswould only work if my hands were tied fairly close together. The ideabehind them was to slip the key. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam. We left the room after Banzai put a big assed lock on the hasp he installed on the door. He handed me a key and said, "I only have the two keys so don't fucking lose this."I sarcastically mimicked, "Don't fucking lose this – when the hell have I lost anything you've given me?"Banzai laughed and replied...Hell, Jack had a bad as hell habit of losing everything! He'd lost countless keys for the rooms we'd had in the past, even more keys for the locks on his footlockers (I was tired of picking the. Senator Robertson was wearing her political hat openly, so her guest was either another politician or a potential donor. She did not keep me in the dark.She said, "Jo, that was lovely. Had I not seen the pictures, I would have trouble believing it. It had to have caused you trouble, which I suppose is the point to the gathering. It went well I think. But, I did come to talk shop."Allow me to introduce Marc Brunner of Sylvania. He represents one of New Hampshire's leading employers. Their.