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A few scenes in this story appear similar to a novel by Chris Rogers, but the title is a bit risqué for this board for any repetition of it.

Chapter 1 - Buddy Can You Spare A Dime?

Posted on Saturday, 14 August 1999

Wednesday, August 6, 1997

In Texas, it's mostly hot and humid, year round. But during the summer of 1997, Texas was brutal (weather-wise); on most days the sun was too hot and there was rarely a raindrop to be admired. However, if one was from the Prairie State and had lived there all their life, one didn't know any better, and was quite satisfied with the results. And so it was on this day, in the little town outside of Alpine of Brewster County, in the far corner of the Big Bend Country Region of the State of Texas.

And yet, as the white-hot afternoon sunlight streamed through the dusty blinds of a shabby, hole-in-the-wall building, somehow titled 'Courthouse', there was little to be pleased about and even less satisfaction to be had.

"We don't cotton to no bounty hunters down here, ya know," stated District Judge Eunice Stone.

Corrupt judge! "I understand, your Honor. Clearly! And if I had been watching the road signs instead of chasing a demon, I would've called for back up."

"That's hogwash, your Honor! The money's all that's important to a bounty hunter," sneered the Prosecuting Attorney, Samuel Peckinpah.

Loud-mouthed hillbilly lawyer! "Your Honor, the money isn't as important as puttin' a hardened criminal behind bars. I can just as easily leave him here and you can extradite him back to Houston, yourself." Making me spend the night in a stink-hole!

"There's no need for all of that. We can't afford another prisoner in this town. The jail has only 4 cells and it's full!" stated the judge.

"But your Honor, can't we get a little money for him if we turn him over to the HPD?" asked Jarvis.

"No Deputy. That's not how it works. The police are supposed to apprehend criminals, while..." The judge critically looked the bounty hunter up and down. "... law-abiding citizens receive monies in return for critical information and/or an actual arrest."

"Damn!"

"No swearing in my courtroom, Jarvis!"

"Sorry, your Honor."

"The prisoner is free to go," said the judge and banged the gavel.

All this hype for nothing! "What about my prisoner, your Honor?"

"He is free to go with you. Good riddance to you both!"

"Thanks heaps, your Honor!"

Deputy Sheriff Billy Ray Jarvis escorted the bounty hunter outside the dusty courtroom that resembled a corner store. Secretly, the Deputy was quite impressed with the bounty hunter and the night before when he told his family of his 2 prisoners, his children were all questions.

"You car's on the impound lot," smiled Jarvis.

"You were gonna get money outta me, one way or another," mumbled the bounty hunter.

"What was that?"

"Oh, I was just saying I can't wait to get my prisoner back to Houston." Idiot! "Where's the lot?"

"Just a ways down the road there," pointed Jarvis.

"You wouldn't happen to have an ATM around here, would ya?"

Jarvis laughed. "Ain't got no money on ya?" The bounty hunter shrugged. "Well, we gotta Western Union office, next to the lot... Better hurry though, they locks up quick during the week."

What could I have expected in this backwater deliverance-type dropoff?! The bounty hunter ran off down the road. The sun was beating down on the rocks, gravel and sand and made it feel like it was 'hotter 'n hell'. If one had stripped down to their bare essentials and stood still under a shade tree, they would still sweat like a pig; it was that hot. Ungodly to those who are not used to the sun glancing violently off the prairie dust or being submerged in a vat of boiling lard. The bounty hunter slowed down to a limp after a half-mile; cowboy boots were not conducive to running in this heat, especially without socks.

Slowly a car pulled up beside the bounty hunter. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"I don't think so." The bounty hunter continued to walk briskly beside the rolling vehicle.

"Your prisoner maybe?"

"I thought I'd pick him up on the way back."

"And I'd like to close up shop early. My girl's got meatloaf on tonight."

"I'm sure your girl will have a nice warm plate for you when you get home."

"Looks like you're not gonna make it in time."

The bounty hunter smiled and began another trot.

"Need a ride?"

You could've offered back at the courthouse, Bubba! The bounty hunter smiled and said, "No thank you, Deputy Jarvis."

"Um, are you planning to go back to Houston tonight?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Well...you're gonna be hungry, and, well, um, how about dinner at my house?" The bounty hunter was about to decline, but the Deputy continued. "I don't feel right letting you go down that long road without a proper send off." The bounty hunter raised a questioning eyebrow. "We don't get many strangers 'round here... And my kids were all excited when I told them we had a bounty hunter in our little town." Jarvis smiled. "Could you just come over for a few minutes? They been beggin' to meet you."

The bounty hunter paused in reflection. My stomach's growling as we speak! No doubt my prisoner has already eaten... Hmm, if I sit and eat with the Deputy and his family for a bit, what harm would it do? Then I wouldn't have to stop on my way back.

Jarvis chimed in. "I only live a mile from the lot and I'll... Aw hell, get in!"

Remember, always be nice to the flatfoots, you might need them again! The bounty hunter did as bid.

Deputy Jarvis helped secure the bounty hunter's impounded car and interceded on behalf of the bounty hunter when the Western Union office had already closed its doors.

"Thank you, Deputy Jarvis. When you apprehended me last night, I thought I was dog meat."

"Just doing my job... Now how 'bout it?"

"I am at your disposal. Besides I'm as hungry as a bear!"

They both laughed.

The evening spent at the Jarvis household was very pleasant, indeed! The 3 Jarvis children were well behaved and the bounty hunter was impressed; not believing that such manners were obtainable in this outback. During dinner, the Jarvises were all questions and the bounty hunter gladly entertained them by regaling stories of pursuit and capture of real-life criminals. A good time was had by all; they all made the bounty hunter feel as welcome as a favorite distant cousin.

After dinner, the children, Jessica age 14, Jacob age 11, and Jonah age 4 took the bounty hunter on a tour of their rather small house. Over on the mantle piece, sat two pictures. The bounty hunter peered intently.

"That's my Mommy!" cried Jonah.

"Which one?" asked the bounty hunter.

"Both," inserted Jessica. "This one..." she pointed to the dark-haired photo. "... is when Mommy and Daddy got married. And this one," she pointed at the blonde-haired photo.

"Is right before she went away!" interrupted Jacob.

"She's very pretty," said the bounty hunter while trying not to express shock.

All the children smiled. The bounty hunter took one last long confused look at the photos as the children moved back into kitchen.

A little while later, the bounty hunter expressed delight in a well-cooked meal by Jessica (Jarvis' girl), and waved farewell to the children. From a window, they asked for a return visit and the bounty hunter acknowledged that an effort would be made to that effect. The bounty hunter and Deputy drove separately to the run down district jailhouse and the Deputy released the prisoner into the custody of the bounty hunter.

After securing the prisoner in the back, the Deputy pulled the bounty hunter away from the car.

"I'd like to ask you a personal question, if it's all right?" Jarvis asked, hesitantly.

"Sure. Fire away."

Jarvis looked down at his shoes. "It, it's about my wife..." Dramatic pause. "My wife drowned almost 2 years ago."

The bounty hunter groaned inwardly. "I'm sorry. Truly sorry."

Deputy Jarvis interrupted, still looking away. "They never found her body... but I still have hope."

The bounty hunter felt a long sting of sorrow and patted the downcast officer on his back in comfort. "Well, I'll be hoping right along with you."

"Thanks. But I was wondering..." Jarvis cleared his throat. "I don't know how much you charge for these things and, well, we don't have much, but, um, er..."

"You want me to check some things out for you?" Jarvis could only nod. "Here's my card. Send me copies of anything you think might help me and I'll look into for you."

"I'd really appreciate any help..."

"Think nothing of it. But it might take a while."

"Okay."

They both stood silently for a few minutes. The bounty hunter again patted the officer on his back and walked back to the car.

"Well then, I'll be seeing ya!"

The bounty hunter turned back and waved. "Don't be surprised if you do!"

Chapter 2 - Lions And Tigers And Bears... Oh My!

Posted on Sunday, 15 August 1999

Monday, August 11, 1997

Irving, Texas used to be a quiet sprawl, before Texas Stadium, home of the Dallas Cowboys, was built. Then all of a sudden, things, buildings, and people started popping up all over the place.

At present, loud noises, grunts, groans, etc. could be heard from miles around, if the city wasn't so closed in. But, if one stood near the door of the Family Marital Arts Association on North Beltline Road, they would know what was going on.

After several rounds of exhaustive sparring filled with kicks, blocks, hand fighting, flips, etc. there was a brief respite of chaos.

"Excellent Jeja*. Excellent," said the teacher with just a twinge of uncertainty. "What is the weapon of choice today?"

"I request the Manrikigusari* chain today, O Sensei*."

"I'm surprised at your choice. We have studied the Nunchakus* for 2 months now. Do you not want to continue?"

"No, thank you, O Sensei*. I would like to learn to use as many weapons as possible."

"Patience my child. Remember, an important part of Hapkido* training is patience."

"I remember, O Sensei*."

"Come, let us sit for awhile and rest. It will give us an opportunity to talk." The student raised an eyebrow at this request, but nodded in assent. "Come."

Kyoshi* and student sat cross-legged on a mat in the corner of the Dojo*.

"Are we switching hats?" asked the student.

The teacher ignored the student's inquiry. "Is there something bothering you? You seem anxious... impatient... Torn, perhaps?"

"No! I mean... Well... Um, I think I need a vacation. A long one!"

"Then why are so insistent on weaponry? There should be no need for this on your vacation... unless you are planning to wrestle bears?"

The student laughed heartily. "No O Sensei*! I'm going fishing and if I can't catch 'em with a hook and worm, then I'll stun 'em with the Nunchakus*!"

They both laughed.

"Are you still coming to the anniversary?"

"Yes."

"Good. Afterwards, I'd like to speak to you... about changes."

"Changes?"

"Yes, changes." The teacher suddenly reversed the subject. "You still have not answered my question." The student raised an eyebrow again. "Is there something wrong?"

The student sat for a few awkward moments. "I'm 27." The student offered nothing further.

"And?" prompted the teacher.

"And I'm not married, no children, no prospects..."

"I see you've been talking to your mother again," the teacher frowned.

"More like talked about! But she does have a point about wanting more for myself. I feel like I've missed out on something."

"What might that be?"

"I don't know. Life maybe?"

The teacher chuckled. "You wish for more excitement in your life?"

"I wish for... love."

"It will come, my child. It will come."

"Thank you, Papa."

They embraced.

Terms:

Hapkido * : a complicated self-defense martial arts system, which combines joint locks, pressure points, throws, kicks, and strikes. It encompasses all ranges of fighting styles, including Judo, Aikido and Taekwondo. It emphasizes circular motion, non-resistive movements, and control of the opponent. The goal in most situations is to get inside the opponent for a close-in strike, lock, chokehold or throw. When striking, deriving power from hip rotation is strongly emphasized. Once the opponent has lost their control, a final blow is committed rendering them either: speechless, motionless, and/or dead. This art form can cause severe injury, or in the worse case, death; so sparring or competition is conceded only to black belts.

Dojo *: a place to learn martial arts, a school.

Jeja *: a student or disciple.

Kyoshi *: a martial arts instructor who is a 6th or 7th degree black belt and normally a teacher.

O Sensei *: a great teacher.

Nunchakus *: 2 long wooden handles attached to a short chain (see Bruce Lee movies). Americans pronounce as 'nunchucks' or 'numb chucks'.

Manrikigusari chain *: 2 long chrome or steel handles attached to a 24 to 36-inch chain.

Author again: For all our martial arts experts, I know I'm probably mixing terms in here, but I just liked the way it all sounded together.

Friday, August 29, 1997

In Austin

The door to the CEO's office swung open with a bang, causing the occupant to almost shriek, but the intruder swept in with an unfathomed grandeur to make the noise, moot.

"So, I hear you're working with my brother on something," she stated hungrily.

"Yes I am, Caroline," said a chagrined Darcy as he rubbed his temples. He hated when she just barged into his office, unannounced! "Is there something you wanted?"

I'm looking at it! "Oh... nothing. Not really," she flounced into a chair on the other side of his desk. "I just thought I'd drop by to see if you're busy for lunch. Are you?" she leaned forward and smiled her prettiest smile.

"Sorry Caroline," he smiled in return. "I'm working through lunch. I want to finish up this proposal before the end of the week."

"Does this thingy," she snatched the papers from his desk. "Do these papers have anything to do with Charles?" Caroline perused the first page and did indeed see Charles Bingley's name as the party of the third part. More money for me!

"As you see," he stood up.

Caroline quickly flipped a few pages and nearly gagged as her eyes caught a specific name. "Bennet?!" she raised up quickly from her chair. "What the..."

"Caroline," sighed Darcy as he relieved her of his papers. "This is no business of yours."

"No business?! Isn't it bad enough that he married her?! Now he's dragging you into it!"

"Charles is not dragging me into anything."

Caroline's eyes bulged; she clutched her chest and dramatically fell back into her chair. "You mean to tell me that you are willingly going into business with them?!"

"It's a proposal, Caroline."

"Obviously you haven't heard the scandal surrounding that family. Let me acquaint you with all the particulars," she sneered.

"I don't have the time nor the inclination at this moment," stated Darcy as he headed towards the door. "As I said I want to finish up some things," he hinted.

"Oh no! I'm not going anywhere until you change your mind!"

Darcy rolled his eyes and sighed. Damn you, Charles! "Caroline, please?"

Caroline stood her ground. "Illegitimate children! Scandals! Mental illness! And that's not the half of it!"

"I'm not doing business with the family, just the father. I could care less about the rest of them." Darcy's voice was oozing slow contempt at her as he spoke and a headache was coming on.

"Oh, but that won't stop them! They will be an embarrassment to your prestigious corporation! Believe me when I say it, I know it all!"

Darcy sat back down at his desk in a frustrated heap. "I know what I need to know and the rest I don't care to hear."

Caroline ignored him. "One sister lives in the wilderness! God only knows what kind of people she associates with! Another sister has been in the news all over Europe! A true skeezer if you can believe what the papers say... and I do! Another one has two babies by who knows what!"

Regardless, they're in Irving and I'm here in Austin! "Caroline, your point is?"

"And their mother! Most of things she says and does proves that she comes from a long line of paranoid-schizophrenics. It's rampant in that family! And Eliza! That's a whole 'nother story in itself! You know... the one I can't stand the sight of! She's the next oldest behind that vapid girl Charles married!" she spat.

Darcy listened to Caroline's rantings and ravings for another 10 minutes until her tales and laughter, at last, had dried up in her mouth leaving a white goo in the corners.

"Thank you for the enlightenment," said Darcy as he dragged her to the door. "Have a nice day," and gently but firmly pushed her out the door and closed it in her face.

Darcy locked the door, walked back to his desk, sat down and put his head in his hands. He would either have to fire his secretary... Poor Anne Elliot! ...or get an armed guard to restrain unwanted interlopers. His small chuckle turned into a hearty laughter as he recalled Caroline's myths and fables about a family he had rarely come into contact with in the past 11 years. Of course, some of it he knew was true, the other stuff, well... anything was possible. But the way Caroline told it; just made it all seem so ridiculous.

Chapter 3 - Love Is In The Air

Posted on Monday, 16 August 1999

Saturday, September 6, 1997

A buzz could be heard around the room, if one was on the fringe or not a participant of the festivities. A tinkling or clinking of glasses, and occasional guffaw, a smattering of laughter, and the faint sound of soft music. Every once in a while, a high-pitched frequency would alight, followed by a few groans.

In such a case, Mrs. Bennet was the high pitch and Mr. Bennet, the groan. The buzz, of course, was a gathering of sorts, actually a celebration or a wedding anniversary party, in the house of and for, Charles and Jane Bingley of Dallas, Texas.

Jane and Bingley met at a fraternity party at the University of Texas at Austin; she was a sophomore, he was a senior; they dated heavily from that moment on. They would have married immediately after Jane graduated, but Mrs. Bennet pressured, cried, screamed and cajoled her way into making all the wedding plans. It took almost 5 months to turn a small simple family wedding into grossly overdone Labor Day weekend circus, but then so are the tastes that guide Mrs. Bennet.

"Oh my dear, dear Jane! Ten years! Can you believe it?!" Not waiting for any kind of a response, Mrs. Bennet went on. "I tell all my friends just how wonderful you're doing! And my dear Charles, he's such a good husband and father! And wealthy too! You couldn't have done your mother any prouder! Oh, I cry every day, just thinking about how happy you are! I just wish Lizzy could be just as happy," she frowned as she whispered loud enough for Elizabeth to hear from some distance away. Mr. Bennet groaned and walked away towards the bar. "She's just too much of a... a she-male for most men. So unladylike!"

"Mama!" cried Jane in exasperation.

"I know! I know! I cry about that too!"

Jane just shook her head. Hoping against hope she could say something that would sway the topic of present conversation. "But..."

"Oh, don't you worry yourself! I will never rest until I see that Lizzy is well married! How would it look?"

"Mama, Lizzy is happy."

"Hmpf, happy?! She couldn't possibly be happy! Running around the country after all sorts of..."

Mrs. Gardiner heard the embarrassing commentary from across the room and saw the dismay on Jane's face; thankfully she came to offer her services. "Fran, would you care to look in on your grandchildren with me?" she interrupted.

"Oh, of course, Maddie! My dear, dear grandchildren! Yes, of course!"

Jane mouthed a 'thank you' to her aunt and walked away.

A few minutes later, in another part of the house.

"You're not mingling," she sang.

"I don't feel like it, Jane. You know how I am at parties... All these people are your friends, not mine."

"Yes. But Lizzy, there are some very interesting people here."

Elizabeth scanned the room and noticed a familiar, tall, dark, handsome, but brooding man standing alone in a corner; leaned back up against the wall and nursing a drink. On looks alone, he was a damn fine specimen, but on temperament and countenance, he was the Rock of Gibraltar.

"I can see that Jane, however, I'm not in the mood to socialize."

Jane frowned. "What's wrong?"

"What's with everybody lately?!" sneered Elizabeth. "Everybody keeps asking me what's wrong! Is it written across my forehead or something?" Jane stiffened and Elizabeth noticed. "I'm sorry, Jane. I'm sorry for snapping. Forgive me?"

Jane looked directly into Elizabeth's eyes before kissing her cheek. "All is forgiven."

Elizabeth embraced her sister. "Thank you."

"You will tell me what's wrong, eventually, won't you?" whispered Jane.

Elizabeth chuckled slightly. "You never give up!"

"Nope," smiled Jane as she pulled back. "Now, go ahead on and talk to someone else, other than family or Charlotte."

Elizabeth and Jane parted company.

In yet another part of the house.

"You're not mingling." No response. "Come on, my sister's not here, so feel free to mingle without interruption."

Darcy chuckled half-heartedly. "Since you mention it, where is Caroline?"

"Well, she could never understand why I married Jane and thought the Bennets beneath our family's station... So I didn't invite her," Bingley shrugged. "Enough about her! Mingle!"

"I don't feel like it, Charles. You know how I hate parties."

"I know, but there are some interesting people here."

"I'm sure there are," he smirked as he espied a smoldering, dark-haired, exotic beauty with a curvy backside as she strolled nearby.

"Just let me introduce you to a few of them?" Darcy raised an eyebrow. "No, no! Nothing like that! I've long ago given up on trying to fix you up. I just want to introduce you some people you might have something in common with. You know, to start the ball rolling." No answer. "You stand out like a sore thumb, Will!"

"Then maybe I'll leave."

"You can't leave! You rarely come to visit, and I only get a few phone calls a month from you." No answer. "What's with you, Will? You used to enjoy going out and having fun, what happened?"

"Nothing's with me. I'm just trying to sort my life out, you know, since... since my father died."

"Will that was more than 5 years ago. I know it hurts you deeply still, but you have to get on with your life. Besides, Gina needs a big brother that can not only protect her interests, but one she can have fun with. You need to get out and meet people, not business acquaintances, but... people."

"You mean women," frowned Darcy.

"Well... Is anything wrong with that?" Bingley looked at his friend, mocking him.

"Stop it," admonished Darcy, while trying to bite down on a chuckle. "It's just that all women want is my money."

"That statement is too general to be true! I'm sure there's someone out there for you."

"Oh, so now you're trying to get me hitched! I thought I was just supposed to mingle tonight?"

Bingley laughed. "Yes, perhaps you're right." Then he looked around for someone suitable to introduce to his friend. "Why didn't I think of it before?!" he exclaimed and slapped his forehead as Darcy raised both eyebrows. "I can introduce you, well re-introduce you to Lizzy."

"Who?"

"Lizzy, Jane's sister."

"Which one is she?"

Bingley pointed her out. "She's the one in the black dress."

Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all. Darcy appraised that same exotic beauty that he had noticed earlier, like he was looking at a rough-hewn diamond through a jeweler's glass. "Hmm... I don't remember her..." he cleared his throat. But I wouldn't mind getting to know her.

"She was one of Jane's bridesmaid at the wedding... a teenager then."

Darcy still looked confused. They were all teenagers then!

"Lizzy's the second oldest behind Jane."

Bingley was about to call over his sister-in-law, who had just walked over to order a drink from the bar, but Darcy pulled his shirtsleeve.

"You mean the bounty hunter?!" exclaimed Darcy. This, of course, was said loud enough for Elizabeth to hear, even with her back to them, and she bristled.

"Yes. She's very interesting. Has a..."

"You've got to be kidding me?! Charles, what would interest me about a bounty hunter?" scoffed Darcy. "What in the devil would we have in common? I mean she's pretty enough, I'll grant you that. But, good God man, she probably has more hair on her chest than I do. I shudder to think..."

"You've changed Will, and I don't like what I'm seeing!" With that Bingley stalked away.

Elizabeth was incensed! She didn't want to be here anyway! She'd been insulted by her own mother, now she'd been insulted by someone she barely knew, someone she had only seen one time for 3 days, and that was 10 years ago! It was definitely time to leave!

As she made her excuses, Elizabeth had calmed down a bit, at least enough to appear indifferent in front of her family. That is, until her mother found out that she was leaving early. Mrs. Bennet cornered her in the library where she was retrieving her purse and thus commenced upon a guilt trip. Elizabeth withstood the attempt, calmly, although boiling inside.

"Are you through, Frances?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Not in the least! But you may go!" she pouted and waved her hand in dismissal. "You've managed to upset my nerves again!" And with that Mrs. Bennet made a grand exit from the room. "Oh, my poor nerves! Clarence!!!"

Elizabeth seethed; she had several things she wanted to say, but thought best not to say them aloud and to her own mother. If she could hold her tongue, why couldn't her mother? Elizabeth ran her fingers through her long tresses to calm herself and walked out of the library.

But before Elizabeth could leave the house, Charlotte grabbed her by the arm. "Lizzy, what's wrong?"

If one more person asks me what's wrong, I'll... Elizabeth rolled her eyes before turning around. "Nothing!" she exclaimed, agitated.

"Nothing?" No response. "Lizzy, I know when something is bothering you," said Charlotte as she dragged her back into the library. "Your ears turn beet red and your eyes shoot daggers. Now out with it!"

Elizabeth sighed and told Charlotte about her evening thus far. Charlotte began to laugh and despite herself, Elizabeth laughed too. Suddenly, the laughter ended when Darcy walked into the room.

"Oh, excuse me. I was looking for the bathroom."

Elizabeth threw her hands to her mouth to cover her merriment, but Darcy noticed the sparkle in her eyes before looking in the direction that Charlotte was pointing. As soon he left the room, the laughter began anew.

They couldn't be laughing at me, could they? Darcy checked his person: suit-no spills, shoes-no toilet paper trail, fly-zipped. Nah!

As Elizabeth was heading to her car, she found Darcy kneeling beside it, apparently inspecting it.

"Can I help you?" she snapped.

"Oh, excuse me." He stood up slowly, devouring the body before him from the feet up, silently appraising her and really liking what he saw. Then he stepped back to look at her under the streetlights. "Is this yours?!" he exclaimed in wonder as he finally saw her face.

Elizabeth hit the alarm button on her key ring to disarm it, pushed past him, opened the door, and got in. Not caring if the long slit on her slinky wrap-skirt had opened to reveal a beautifully proportioned leg and thigh. Darcy was now, basically, drooling at her gams; she, of course, noticed this. So before slamming the door on him, she thought the better of it and decided to set him straight right then and there.

She stepped back out of the car, drew up her frame to as tall as she could manage (the top of her head still only managed to reach his chin), stepped forward, placed her hands on her hips, and glared up into his questioning gaze.

She sneered. "What would make you think that I wished to be introduced to a rich snob with manicured nails, who's probably never done a hard day's work in his life, and who's only claim to fame is that his Daddy left him a fat inheritance?"

Darcy was stunned; no one had ever talked to him like that, yet he could not rebut.

"Yes, I am a bounty hunter, and I do it well! And I could probably could kick your scrawny butt up and down this block with my high heels on, if I wanted to!"

Darcy blinked this time, finally realizing that the abusing young lady had overheard his earlier critique on her occupation and attributes, and inwardly groaned.

"And Charles is right! Whoever you used to be, has got to be a prince compared to who you are now!" Elizabeth turned on her heels to leave, but a wicked thought crossed her mind and an evil grin washed over her face. "Oh, and by the way..." She turned back to him, pulled down the front of her body suit, somewhat revealing her chest. "See, no hair!"

And with that Elizabeth jumped back into her car, threw it in gear, and tore off into the heavy night air.

Darcy stood, for several minutes, in the same place without moving a muscle; dazed, no awed. He should have been livid! Normally that would be his usual state and what would follow would be an alabaster wave of abuse on the victim of his whim. However, after the bright-lights examination of their encounter, he knew that he had wronged her. But he would be hard pressed to apologize, since she obviously said her piece only a few minutes ago. He didn't even get a word in edgewise! However, he did admire her for her daring, her chutzpah, her rebuke. But, her mouth had to be tamed; and for a fleeting moment he entertained the thought of how it might be done. He smiled as he walked back into the house to take his leave properly.

As she drove off, Elizabeth's thoughts and language were base and guttural in nature and directed towards a certain gentleman. But as she entered onto the highway, she began to chuckle lightly; it was an invigorating feeling sometimes to just let go. And that she did! With fervor! When she met him 10 years back, she could clearly remember not being able to open her mouth in front in of him; just a tongue-tied awestruck teenager. But not a few minutes ago! As she tried to relive what had been said between herself and Darcy, she laughed heartily when recollecting that he said nothing. Absolutely nothing! As she turned into the driveway of her rented townhouse, she began to laugh hysterically as she recalled the bewildered guppy-like expression on his face. See, no Nunchakus necessary! She smiled as she slept.

Chapter 4 - Surprise! Surprise!

Posted on Tuesday, 17 August 1999

*WARNING!* This chapter contains a little violence, but no one we love gets hurt.

Sunday, September 28, 1997

BOOM! A door to a shady motel room on the outskirts of Tulsa, Oklahoma was kicked in. The occupant had no time to run, as he was awakened from his drunken stupor in the middle of the night, or morning, depending on your state of mind, instead he scrambled into a dark corner.

A light flicked on. "Get your hands up where I can see 'em!"

The occupant, Dan Goulding, blinked at the sound of the voice, then began to chuckle. "A woman?!" he sputtered as he stood. "They sent a woman after me?!" His mirth turned into guffaws and he was bent over in merriment. "They must be... desperate!"

Before he could reach for the gun that laid on the nightstand beside him, that big man was silenced by a crushing kick to the rib cage, and knocked unconscious from a blow to the head. Dan Goulding was wanted in Waco, Texas for the murder of his 'business' partner by a blunt instrument; all for a shady deal gone bad.

Some may think that the bounty on Goulding's head was not worth the risk, but she did not care, she had plans for that money and would make the final payment on the morrow.

Tuesday, September 30, 1997

In Irving

"Lizzy! What a surprise! What are you doing here today?" They embraced. "I thought you were on a case?"

"It wrapped up early," she said as she sat in a chair in her father's office. "You said you wanted to talk to me... about changes?"

"Yes. Something that will affect us both, I think." Mr. Bennet stared straight into his daughter's eyes. "No, I'm not leaving your mother! And stop thinking such things!" Elizabeth chuckled at the fact that her father could always read her mind. "Although, that might be a better prospect after what I'm about to tell you." Elizabeth leaned forward to Mr. Bennet's desk; her subliminal way of asking for more information. "I'm selling the Dojo."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in horror. "What?!" She swallowed hard and tried to catch her breath and her flying thoughts at the same time. "Selling? Why?"

"It's time, sweetheart."

"Time for what, Papa?!"

Mr. Clarence Bennet was a 7th degree master black belt in the arts of Hapkido and Karate, learned years ago in Korea. Mr. Bennet grew up in Dallas, Texas to a relatively middle class family. After he graduated from college, he decided to travel the country for a spell, much to the disappointment of his father, who had surmised that his oldest son would run the family business; a shoe store. After 3 years of making his way around the USA, his father sent him word that he was drafted. Drafted! His services in encryption would be required in the occasional conflict resulting from the Korean War. Clarence returned home immediately.

For almost 6 years Clarence survived the fighting, but was sent home because of his father's death. After the funeral, he turned his attentions toward the little shoe store, it did not flourish under his father's last few years, but Clarence was able to sell it off for a tidy sum when the rapidly growing city needed more downtown space. Soon afterwards, he felt restless and needed some activity, so he went to stay with friends on a small farm near Waxahachie, Texas. There he met the lovely demure Frances Gardiner, who nursed him back to health, after he tried to milk a bull; they married after only a month's acquaintance.

A few months after they wed, Clarence realized his folly in marrying someone so much younger than himself (she was 19 and he was 31) and who was getting sillier and more frantic by the minute. He fled back to Korea for relief; he said it was to help with the relief effort and cleanup, but in essence, it was to escape.

As he was contemplating divorce in a distant land, he received word from his wife that she was expecting their first child. Being an honorable man, the end of his marriage was not to be; it was to be the beginning of a long and unhappy state of matrimony. Yes, Clarence Bennet was an honorable man, but he was also a coward; that is, when it came to his wife and her nerves. True to his word, he was a vital part of the relief effort to a small village just north of the makeshift camp. For more than 4 years, he stayed with a family he befriended from his last tour of duty. The matriarch of that family was an older gentleman, so Clarence helped to restore their house, and in turn, the master fed and sheltered him, but also taught him the arts to which he brought back to the states. He brought home other such things.

"Time for me to step down and let someone else take over." Elizabeth could only stare. "I wanted to give it to you, but..."

"I'll take it!"

"Lizzy, you don't have the time, nor the patience for it. Don't be ridiculous!"

"But Papa?"

"No Lizzy, be honest with yourself. Although you're one of the highest ranking black belts here, you love what you're doing now and would be unhappy taking over for me." Elizabeth sat reflectively quiet for a few minutes and then sadly nodded her head. "Don't worry child. I've had several offers over the last few years, but this last one was a doozy!" he smiled. "I have big plans for my retirement! First, I think I'll take a long vacation. And I may just take your mother with me." They both smiled. "I said may."

They broke into a hearty laughter for a few more minutes.

Elizabeth wiped the tears from her eyes. "When did all this start?"

"August. Hapkido is getting very popular and the combination of it and Karate that I have laid out seems to fascinate some."

"You really should register a new name..."

"I know, I know. I was thinking of Karkido or Hapkate. What do you think?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "You should consult the Master."

"I'm waiting for him to return my call. Anyway, they're even thinking of franchising!"

"And just who am I to report to?"

"Oh yes! I neglected that part... The fabulously wealthy William Darcy! Can you believe it?!"

"Good Lord, Papa!" She stood up and frantically paced the small path in front of her chair. "What have I done?!"

"Lizzy, what are you talking of?"

"Have you spoken to him recently?" she paced more.

"Yesterday. Why?"

She stopped. "Then the offer is still good?"

"Yes. But Lizzy..."

Elizabeth sat down heavily. "Thank God!"

"Is there something that you're not telling me?"

"Well..." and she told him of the Bingley's anniversary party. Although this version was a little subdued and parentally corrected for her father's ears.

"I will not have him insult my daughter! How dare he?!"

"Papa, calm down. It's obvious that he took no real offense to my threat of kicking his rear end down the block either. So take his money and enjoy it!"

"Are you sure, Lizzy?"

"Yes, I'm sure Papa. Besides, he's too busy to worry himself over this little place. He's probably just buying up properties to assuage his ego. You know, the 'Rich and the Restless'." Mr. Bennet said nothing, as his daughter looked nostalgically around the room. "As long as he doesn't bother me, I won't bother him."

"Well, now that that's all settled, how about lunch?"

"Sure," she sighed.

"Charles..."

"Hi Lizzy! Jane's out with the kids, you want me to have her call you back?"

"Charles, I called to speak to you."

Uh oh! He could tell from the tone of her voice that she was not in the best of moods. "Okay."

"Why is Will Darcy buying my father's business and how are you involved?"

"Lizzy," he sighed. "Your father mentioned to me that he was getting tired of the day-to-day operation of the Dojo and was considering selling it. He had offers before, but..."

"Why Will Darcy?!"

"Are you going to let me finish?" There was silence. "I just happened to know that Will had made an offer to your father a few years back but was turned down. So I advised him to take it up again. If he was accepted then the business would stay in the family, so to speak."

"Family?! Will Darcy is no family to me!"

"But he's my best friend and I know it would be properly looked after."

"You're sure of that?"

"Yes, I am. In fact, I'm a silent partner on this deal and have one of the first opportunities to buy it, if something should happen to Will."

"Hmpf! Have Jane give me a call," she said quickly and hung up.

Chapter 5 - Teach Me, Tonight.

Monday, October 13, 1997

"A new weapon, Jeja?"

"No, Papa! I mean, O Sensei. Just fine-tuning."

Mr. Bennet stood watching his daughter master the fine art of the sword.

Afterwards, he ventured, "Lizzy, William Darcy wants a show for his Board of Trustees."

"Oh he does, does he?"

"Yes. I've set it for Thursday. Will you be able to make it?"

"I might be a little late, but I'll be there."

"Good. Now I can rest easy."

"Don't worry Papa. All will be well."

They parted ways.

Thursday, October 16, 1997

Darcy entered the Dojo with an army of business associates, board members, etc. They took their seats in the stands amidst the loud noises of a practice session. All of the players were donned in protective clothing, head and hand gear. Mr. Bennet joined the entourage in the stands and greeted his guests as they were introduced. In less than an instant, the players magically joined ranks to form two lines. Mr. Bennet remained standing as the students bowed to him in honor; he returned their salute and was seated. Darcy and his cohorts were all anticipation.

A gong was sounded in the distance to signify to everyone that the show was to begin.

The first act, preceded by a single chime, was a sword-fight with 4 students in participation. If one held their breath (which most did), one could hear the singsong whisper of the blades cutting majestically and precisely through the air. The rhythmical clanging of one pure steel blade against the other, and sounding like some ancient ritualistic battle preparations. The grace and beauty of the dance was veritable magic. Excited, but whispered gasps skidded around amongst the party. At the end of the act, the players all removed their headgear, bowed to each other, and then turned and bowed to their audience. A single chime sounded to notify the end of the act.

The second act, preceded by 2 chimes, was a spectacle in wood and chrome; the Nunchakus, Manrikigusari chains, and other weapons whistled and clunked in the silence; it was almost musical as the 8 students 'played' their instruments with fine tuning, artistry, and exactitude. Ooh's and Ahh's were scattered amidst the enclave. The players danced to a heaven-felt beat as they stomped and challenged in time to the rhythm. At the end of the act, the players all removed their headgear, bowed to each other, and then turned and bowed to their audience. Two chimes sounded to notify the end of the act.

The final act, preceded by three chimes, was unevenly matched; a lone victim and 2 over-sized attackers.

The attack began. Initially, the two attackers stalked quietly behind the victim; a tussle ensued. One attacker grabbed the victim, pinning their arms behind their head, while the other came in for the kill. The victim used the leverage of one, to kick the other chest high in his approach making him fly backwards off the mat; in another instance, the victim flipped the holder over the shoulder and onto his back. After that, there was a measuring up, so to speak. The 2 attackers plotted their next move as they moved around the victim.

"Excellent!" whispered Darcy excitedly.

Suddenly, the attackers pounced together toward the victim, one to strike high, the other low. The victim caught the low one with a knee to the jaw of the headgear, while flipping the high one on to the mat.

"Ouch!" yelped Darcy, along with several others.

Again, the attackers scrambled to their feet and regrouped.

"Mr. Bennet," Darcy leaned to him and whispered again. "The victim is rather small and thin for a man, but well trained. It shows that this art can be mastered by anyone!"

Mr. Bennet grinned and nodded. Darcy ventured nothing further as his attention returned to the match at hand.

This time the attackers came at different intervals. The first was repelled by a high-sweeping kick to head and flattened. The other ran head first, grabbing the victim around the waist, only to receive an elbow crack on the shoulder blade to loosen the grip then a knee to the chest to finish the job.

"Do you think..." Darcy leaned again to whisper to Mr. Bennet. "...if I took some lessons, I could be taught to do that?"

"It takes years."

The act was not over, however. The attackers decided another approach. The victim kicked high again to ward off the attackers, but this time they were ready. One grabbed the leg, while the other grabbed from behind. A struggle ensued.

The victim, with a quick move, back head-butted the holder who, in turn, loosened their grip just a smidgen. This allowed the victim to then rotate the hips and sweep kick the other attacker in the headgear near the ear hole, causing him to be momentarily stunned and release the leg completely.

"As long as he teaches me," Darcy quietly exclaimed. "I'll do it!"

Mr. Bennet smiled. They both turned their attention back to the match.

What happened next was truly to be memorized and placed in the recesses of one's mind, if one didn't blink. The victim flipped the holder over the shoulder and into the other attacker. They fell onto the mat in a heap. The victim then went in for the kill by pummeling the chest of the attacker on top, with quick, hard, furious, breathtaking blows, which were, in turn, felt by both attackers. When it was done, the attackers lay still and beaten.

"Masterful! Powerful!" exclaimed Darcy as he stood.

At the end of the act, the players all removed their headgear and bowed to each other.

All in the audience stood and applauded, loudly cheering. Darcy was amongst the loudest, until he saw the victim shake her raven curls loose.

"Good Lord!" he exclaimed and placed one hand over his mouth in shock.

The 3 players then turned and bowed to their audience.

Not only did she amaze them with her accomplishments, Elizabeth dazzled her audience with a heightened glow to her cheeks, a beatific smile and excited radiant eyes; that were brightened by the exercise.

Sprooooooiiiing! "Good God!" muttered Darcy, as he placed the other hand over his... well, I won't say.

Three chimes sounded to notify the end of the act. A gong sounded off in the distance to signify the end of the show.

"Excuse me Mr. Bennet, where's the men's room?!" asked Darcy in a strained and hurried voice. Mr. Bennet pointed and Darcy nearly leapt out of the stands to disappear behind closed doors. Thank God, I had a jacket on!!!

Mr. Bennet chuckled to himself as he watched Darcy trot off. All the players instantly joined ranks and bowed harmoniously together to their teacher and once again to their audience.

Darcy's cohorts shook hands with Mr. Bennet and said their congratulations in a hasty manner. Each then scurried to congratulate the players and converse amongst them.

A few minutes later, Darcy emerged from the bathroom, looking a bit piqued and wrinkled. Nonetheless, he stayed on the fringe of the revelry, only allowing quick congratulations to some of the players, and keeping a close eye on the victim, which was Elizabeth.

Had he any clue, Darcy would have realized that Elizabeth preferred to stay clear of him as well; not wanting to rile her father's benefactor. After a few minutes more, thinking she had lost him in the crowd, Elizabeth walked quietly away to shower and change in her father's private bathroom. However, Darcy was standing by the refreshment table with Mr. Bennet, which was near the hallway.

"Lizzy!" called Mr. Bennet.

Elizabeth halted and inwardly groaned, but did not turn around. "Yes, Papa?"

"Come," waved Mr. Bennet. Elizabeth breathed in and out silently as she walked to them, while Darcy tried to maintain his haughty composure. "Mr. Darcy was telling me that he'd like a few lessons from you. Is that at all to your liking?" he smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Elizabeth looked up at Darcy. "If he wishes."

Darcy swallowed hard as he saw the slight upturn of the corners of her mouth. He straightened his jacket, threw on his best indifferent look, and faced her squarely to look down into her eyes. "You were very good."

Elizabeth bristled and her eyes flashed furiously. Condescending... She bit the inside of her cheek and said, "Thank you." And with that she walked away.

Mr. Bennet followed his daughter to tease her mercilessly. Darcy stood holding a cup in his hands and trying to rein in his wild fantasies about his possible future training with Elizabeth. Whips and chains! Whips and chains! He needed to leave, right away!

Chapter 6 - East End Boys And West End Girls

Posted on Thursday, 19 August 1999

Saturday, November 6, 1997

Elizabeth looked at the package, saw it was from Deputy Jarvis, and eagerly tore it open. It had been several months since she had seen him and she began to doubt if she would ever hear from him. She examined several old newspaper clippings from their wedding to her 'death'. Mrs. Sarah Jarvis was a divorcee, with no children from the previous marriage. She made her living as a child minder, elderly caretaker, and nurse at the local hospital in Alpine.

Elizabeth went to her desk in the extra bedroom, now den, of her north side Dallas townhouse, turned on her computer and laid out her thoughts and plans. She vaguely remembered the 2 pictures of Sarah Jarvis sitting on the mantle piece at the Jarvis' homestead. Elizabeth tried desperately to recollect a clearer image of the woman, but so much had happened in that time since and her representations were just as grainy as those old news snippets. However, she did contemplate the reasons why a woman would change her appearance so much. She had no indisputable answers. Later, she called Deputy Jarvis to roll off her ideas on him and gain insight to his thoughts as well.

Wednesday, November 12, 1997

Picture the seediest lounge that your imagination will allow then add mind-numbing music, drunken men and dancing women. And that would put us on Interstate 13 near Von Ormy, Texas, which is southwest of San Antonio, in a little dive called 'Freddie's'.

"What time do you get off little lady?"

"Hey Fred!" she bellowed. "Am I off yet?!"

"Yeah, yeah," was heard from the kitchen.

She pulled off her apron, threw it under the counter, walked around the bar, and plopped herself in a barstool next to the stranger.

"Can I buy you a drink, baby?" he leered at her thighs showing from under her short tight skirt.

"Sure. You wanna sit down?" she smiled.

"What's a pretty thang like you doin' in a dump like this?"

"You don't want to hear my troubles!" she tittered. "Let's talk about you," she pursed her lips into a seductive, smoldering pout.

A Little While Later, In A Room At A Nearby Super8 Motel.

"Yahoo! Yeah!" He was obviously enjoying the show.

"I have some other things that might interest you," she purred and pulled handcuffs from her overnight bag.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

She smiled and slunk towards the bed. CLICK! One cuff went about his wrist, then she deftly flipped him over on his back; he was wriggling in anticipation. CLICK! His other wrist was secured.

As the thought processes slowly turned in his head, he exclaimed, "Hey, I can't do anything like this!"

"I know Mr. Trent," she sneered as she pulled him up by his collar. "But I'm not letting you go until we reach El Paso."

He gulped. "El Paso? But, but..."

"The whole town is waiting for you to turn up!" she laughed. "Waiting with open arms, a rope, some tar, a pound of feathers, and a flame thrower."

"Why you..." he tried to swing at her, but instead fell to the ground, face first.

She grabbed him roughly by his hair and pulled him up to stand. "Now git!" she exclaimed and threw the door open widely.

Terrence Trent was wanted in El Paso, Texas for crimes not to be detailed herein.

Tuesday, November 17, 1997

"Mr. Darcy, welcome." Darcy and his team of lawyers entered into Mr. Bennet's small office. "I believe you know my daughter, Elizabeth."

Sprooooooiiiing! Darcy pulled on his jacket and cleared his throat. "Ms. Bennet," he nodded.

"Mr. Darcy," she acknowledged, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Excuse me for a moment, please?" Darcy backed out of the office and headed, once again, for the men's room. What in God's name is going on?!

Mr. Bennet made the necessary introductions and they proceeded the perusing of the contract without Darcy.

A few minutes later, Darcy reappeared in the middle of a slightly heated argument, er discussion.

"Mr. Darcy," said an irritated Elizabeth. "I see no franchising particulars in this contract. Only innuendo."

"Well," Darcy stammered, a little in shock. "We had only mentioned it to your father. It has not been decided upon as of yet."

"That's not what your lawyers claim."

Darcy looked at them, briefly, then turned back to her. "We'll draft up something and send it your father's lawyer," he almost sneered at her in dismissal.

"I am his lawyer." Elizabeth seethed when she noticed his incredulous stare. "Harvard Law, Class of 93," she glared at him. "And I'll draft up some language and send it to your lawyers."

Darcy was speechless. This was 3 times that Elizabeth had surprised, no, astonished him: at the Bingley's anniversary, at the martial arts performance, and now. He only nodded in acquiescence.

Soon afterwards, the meeting broke up with promises of correspondence within a week's time.

Friday, December 5, 1997

"Hmm, what's this?" asked Elizabeth to herself, as she went through her mail. She examined the beautifully embossed crème-colored envelope with gold lettering. "That's my name! Hmm?"

Elizabeth tore open the envelope and pulled out the card:

Elizabeth scrunched her face up into a frown and promptly deposited the card and its envelope in the nearest trash receptacle.

"Regrets only by RSVP! He expects everyone to come at his command... As if!" She laughed heartily. "I have better things to do with my time off!"

Elizabeth went about the rest of her mail with pleasure. Although 'payment due notices' were not the flavor of the day, she had a good chuckle at Darcy's expense and happily wrote out her checks.

Afterwards, she rummaged around the kitchen, nuked some leftovers and prepared for the next day of undercover work, until the shrillness of the telephone cut through the quiet house.

"Hello?"

"Lizzy! Isn't it absolutely wonderful?! You'll be able to meet some rich handsome men and..."

"Frances, what are you talking about?"

"The party, of course!" Elizabeth was the last of Mrs. Bennet's daughters that she called. "Now make sure you wear something very slinky and revealing. Oh, if only you'd pay attention to your looks!"

"Frances..."

"Oh, I must take you shopping! And a manicure and a pedicure and a facial! We'll meet at..."

"Frances!"

"Lizzy, you know I don't like to be interrupted when I'm making plans!"

"I'm sorry, Frances, but I have no idea what you're talking about. What party?"

"The party given by our dear Will Darcy for your father! Didn't you get an invitation?" Elizabeth didn't answer as she ran to the trashcan to retrieve it. "I'm sure you're on the list. Oh dear, don't tell me I forgot your name?!"

"No Frances, I have it!"

"Well, why aren't you excited?!"

Elizabeth turned the invitation over and inside out. It's a New Year's Eve ball for crying out loud! "It doesn't say anything about Papa..."

"Well, that's the way things are done, dear! Didn't they teach you anything at school?"

Elizabeth counted to ten. "They don't teach party etiquette in law school Frances," she said through gritted teeth.

"There's no need to get snippy with me, Lizzy," puffed Mrs. Bennet. "Anyway, anybody who's anybody will be there, I'm sure! So what if it doesn't have your father's name on it! Will asked me for a list of family and acquaintances to invite!"

"You didn't..." Elizabeth groaned and counted to ten, again. "Who did you invite?"

"Well... your sisters, of course. Maddie and Edward can't make it, they're going to their condo in Tahoe. Tahoe! Can you believe it?! The Philipses are coming up from Waxahachie! All my friends and...

Everyone you ever met! Elizabeth cringed at the mention of each relative.

Her sisters, other than Jane, to put it nicely, were a no-no!

Mary, age 25, was living somewhere in Wyoming, on a commune, rather a nudist colony, enjoying the fruits of the earth and living au natural with anti-government crazies! What would she wear?

Kitty, at age 22, was somewhere in Europe, living the life she always wanted, partying to beat the band and no doubt making a fool of herself in the process!

And Lydia! Lydia, at the tender age of 20, already had 2 children... fathers neither known nor acknowledged! However, she was living in a really nice apartment in Arlington, with no job or other apparent sources of income, except welfare. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet certainly could not afford to take care of her in such a fashion... Hmm?

Her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner, an amiable couple, well-suited to each other and obviously still madly in love, could always be counted on to try to squash most of their family's embarrassing moments, but they were to be in Lake Tahoe! Tahoe! Can you believe it?!

Her Aunt and Uncle Philips were just as vulgar as vulgar could be! They never left the farming community they grew up in. Lucy's favorite pastime is to interrogate, misinterpret, and gossip about whatever to the entire village, while Henry's mouth, rather his manner of speaking, should be relegated only to bars and barnyards!

"... and Mrs. Long and her niece, Beverly. But, you don't need to worry dear, I didn't invite any young ladies that might outshine you! You must, no, you have to look your best! Oh, I can see it now! "I see you in orange, with..."

"Frances!"

Mrs. Bennet frowned; she knew what was coming. "Yes dear."

"I can manage on my own, thank you. There's no need to worry yourself over little ol' me."

"Lizzy, I'm trying to get you married! You couldn't possibly do it on your on your own and if you won't listen to your poor mother, who else can help you with these things?! You are way past the proper marrying age and..."

Elizabeth sat on the floor. "Frances, I know these things are important to you," she sighed. "But, as I said, I can manage on my own."

"But, but..." Mrs. Bennet's voice was tinged with resignation and tears. "I only want the best for you. For all my girls..."

"I know Frances. I won't embarrass you, okay?"

"All right dear," she sniffled. The guilt trip never did work on Elizabeth.

They hung up.

Elizabeth stayed on the floor and collected her thoughts. The Bingleys, Jane and Charles that is, could be counted on to turn the other cheek whenever her family displayed their usual coarseness. If she called them and begged, they might be willing to help out with the imminent danger.

However, most likely, Caroline would be there! Their dislike of each other went too far back to relay at this time. But suffice it say, Caroline expressed her opinions one too many times, and Elizabeth, well... let's just say she gave Caroline a mouth full and leave it at that. Elizabeth dreaded, with all certainty, Caroline's up-turned nose and perpetual frown, her laughing critical eyes and furrowed brow, her astute observations and acid tongue, but most of all, her disdain, contempt and plain ol' ATTITUDE.

And then there was him! Elizabeth was still fuming about their previous encounters and tried desperately to release her anger by throwing herself, wholeheartedly, into her work. Yet, she still thought of him constantly and that made her mad. Really mad! This party that he was giving in honor of her father, would in all likelihood, be a test of her mental fortitude, with the great William Darcy and all his arrogance and pomp looking down his nose at all of them.

Chapter 7 - Games People Play

Posted on Saturday, 21 August 1999

Saturday, December 13, 1997

Somewhere in downtown Houston, a curious activity was going on. In an alley way behind a tenement building, were two individuals, tiptoeing over toxic puddles and scurrying between doorways. If one observed from a window or a rooftop, it might look like 2 children playing tag in the rain, or hide-and-go-seek in the dark.

"So whatcha got for me, Roy?" she whispered.

Elroy Bender leaned out from the darkened doorway. "You'll have to see it to believe it."

"So, show it."

He pulled out a videotape from under his coat. "You gonna give this back, right?"

"Why?" She regretted the question as soon as it left her mouth. "Never mind! I'll just make a copy and meet you back here tomorrow night," she took it.

"Same time?"

"Same time."

They parted ways.

Sunday, December 14, 1997

"Roy?!" she whispered loudly. "El..."

"Shh!" came the answer in an even louder hush. "Down here!"

She located him in the shadows on some stairs leading toward a basement. "You've been a big help. Thanks," she handed him the tape.

"Anything for a lady," he bowed playfully.

"Here you go." She passed him an envelope.

"This is more than last time!" he almost shouted as he fingered the bills.

"This was bigger than last time."

He nodded. "Me and the boys is gonna have us a good time!" he whispered.

"Don't spend it all in one place!" she chuckled then disappeared into the darkness.

Monday, December 15, 1997

Captain Calvin Lewis of the Houston Police Department gasped as he watched. "Where in the world did you get this?!"

"I don't reveal my sources, you know that," she smiled.

He laughed, "The D.A.'s office is gonna love you!"

"All I require is my name on a check."

"I wish I could write it myself! We've been waiting a long time to catch him! Now we have the slime on tape!"

"Glad to be of service," she saluted.

"Would you like to share in the joy?"

"No. Hopefully, I can watch it on TV."

"You sure? I'll let you sit in my car."

"No thanks," she rose to leave. "I really hate to see a grown man cry... in person that is."

They both laughed.

"I'll tape it and watch it in slow motion for kicks," she snickered and then closed the door behind her.

Harold Hurst would be going away for a very long time.

Thursday, December 25, 1997

"Lizzy!" Jane and Elizabeth embraced.

"Merry Christmas, Jane!" she kissed her on the cheek.

"We didn't think you'd be able to make it!"

"Just a cold," she shrugged out of her coat.

"You've been working too hard. Please promise me you'll slow down?"

"I'm going on vacation soon," Elizabeth sighed absent-mindedly and peered around to see the other guests. "Is he here?"

"Who?"

Elizabeth frowned. "Never mind."

Jane raised an eyebrow as they walked into the party.

"Lizzy, did you hear about that poor schoolteacher in Houston!" exclaimed Mrs. Bennet almost as soon as they walked into the living room.

Poor schoolteacher?! "Frances, they have the man on tape!"

Mr. Bennet quietly walked up, embraced his daughter and changed the subject.

Elizabeth felt slightly relieved and tried to enjoy herself amongst the commonplace chatter of a family holiday gathering. Of course, Mrs. Bennet monopolized all conversations, for her hearing was better than the normal person's, much to the chagrin of some of her family members. More to the point, she always managed to sway the conversation to the upcoming festivities.

Towards mid-afternoon, the doorbell rang. Happy greetings and best wishes went around the room to and from the newcomer. Elizabeth managed to extricate herself from the merriment without as much as a 'hello'; but before long Jane followed.

"Okay, so he's here? What's the big deal?" questioned Jane. She got no answer from Elizabeth. "Yes, he was crass, but you set him straight on that matter." Still no answer. "I just don't understand, Lizzy, you don't usually hold a grudge, at least not this long... Is there something more to this story?"

Elizabeth sat down heavily in a chair in a spare bedroom of the Bingley's home. "I'm getting a headache... Maybe I should go home."

"Lizzy," Jane sighed and sat beside her. "We don't see you often as it is. Couldn't you just try to get along? Just this once? Please?"

"Oh Jane, do you..." She's not going to let this go without a darn good explanation. "All right," Elizabeth sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay."

Jane smiled in relief. They both left the room and went back down to enjoy the festivities of this Christmas Day.

When Mr. Bennet returned from his 2nd stint in Korea, Mrs. Bennet was in the dark about her marriage's tenuous predicament but the little surprise package gave her light. It was not a pretty sight! And that is how Elizabeth came to this new world, to a mess of a marriage; a lynch pin to the past for one and unwelcome news for the other.

And so, with the Bennets at odds most times, Elizabeth was a young witness to slamming doors, heated and barbed words, tears, whining, begging, avoidance, and such, all while Jane was at school. Her temperament was, even in her earlier years, strikingly similar to that with which she was brought up in. Tantrums, throwing things, slamming doors, etc. was considered normal behavior for Elizabeth. That is, until her father took notice. Unfortunately that was not until she reached age 7, so her persona was damn near fixed. However, Mr. Bennet was able to influence her in the ways of his martial arts teachings and redirect himself as well.

Swift judgment that some would call hasty, intimidation that some would call bullying, and a quick-temper that most would call a powder keg waiting to explode, are now Elizabeth's mantra and she wears it proudly. Although she still has bouts of anger, fits of temper, spasms of rage, but with the martial art, she learned control, or 'How not to loose your control in front of other people, unless you really want them to know how you feel'.

For most of the afternoon, Elizabeth managed to avoid Darcy; she devoted her time to holding and coddling the baby and talking to Jane, while he spent his time wrestling and playing with the boys and Bingley. However, when the gods are against you, there is no place to hide. The holiday feast had been eaten, most everything had been cleaned up and put away, night had fallen, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet had left, and the children had played with their new toys until they were exhausted. The boys had their bath and now it was time to put them to bed. Jane sent them downstairs to say good night.

"Uncle Will, could you read us a story?" asked eight year-old Charles III (hereinafter referred to as Trey) as he pulled him toward the stairs.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Green Eggs and Ham!" exclaimed 5 year-old Bennet.

Trey frowned and whispered, "It's his turn to pick."

"You betcha!" Darcy roared and chased the boys upstairs toward their bedroom.

"Auntie Lizzy, are you coming?" asked Trey as he raced around at the top of the stairs.

She inwardly groaned, but put on her 'happy face' and bounded up after them. "Coming!"

Jane was in another bedroom tending to her youngest, two year-old Melinda, while Bingley tidied up downstairs.

"Here, you first." Bennet handed the book to Elizabeth and reached for Elizabeth to pick him up.

Elizabeth looked confused. First?

"You read the first part and Uncle Will reads the next one," explained Trey.

"Mommy and Daddy do it all the time!" exclaimed Bennet. "It goes round and round and round..."

The boys pulled two chairs next to the bunk beds and jumped or climbed into their respective sacks.

As they both sat in the chairs, Elizabeth and Darcy looked down and away, respectively. The boys waited impatiently.

"Can't you read?" prompted Bennet as he poked at the book in Elizabeth's hands.

She startled and blushed. "Yes baby, I can read..." Elizabeth began her part.

Darcy was mesmerized by the animation in her voice and the fluttering of her long eyelashes; he sometimes had to be prodded to join in for his part. Elizabeth tried desperately to block him out of her mind, but his rich beautiful deep voice kept seeping through her barriers; she was often caught unawares for her turn.

They fumbled to turn pages, jumped when fingers touched, and shifted uncomfortably in their chairs. All-in-all it was an uneasy one-day truce for Elizabeth.

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