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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 13 (M/F) (290 lines)
January 18, 1998

Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments.  This is the fifteenth section of a
book that runs 26 chapters.

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-
commercial sites.  Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 13

The next afternoon Kathy drove to Charley's place and parked in the lot.  Most
of the spaces were empty.  Before going in, she carefully looked around.  It
was a perfect location for a bar, across from the main gate of the Naval Base.
The building was large but visibly needed work.  Paint was peeling and the
neon sign needed refurbishing The parking area was pot-holed and in need of
resurfacing.  There was no planting, and the place looked barren and
uninviting, particularly in the daylight.  Kathy walked in and stood at the
entrance.  The establishment was really a single very large room.  A partition
rose to the ceiling beginning about ten feet back from the entrance which
separated the bar and lounge area on the left from a table area on the right.
There were a substantial number of customers around the bar, but compared with
the large size of the place, Charley's appeared almost empty.

As Kathy walked up to the bar, an older man tending bar at the back saw her.
He wiped his hands on his bar apron, and came hurrying down to greet her.
Kathy saw there were two bartenders work ing even with the small crowd; Kathy
estimated there could be five or more working when the place was busy.
Charley lifted a hinged section of the bar and came out to greet her.  He
stuck out his hand in greeting, "Hi!  I'm Charley McCann, and I certainly
recognize you as Kathy Smith."  Kathy took his hand in a firm grip, while
Charley studied her.  He slowly shook his head.  "Some people are going to be
very surprised.  We see you a lot on those television news shows and talk
about you.  We thought that it was the TV makeup and lighting that made you
look so good.  Boy, are the guys going to be surprised when I tell them that
TV doesn't do you justice!  You're much more beautiful in person.  Can I get
you something from the bar before we sit down?"

Kathy smiled warmly, and Charley could feel his heart start to melt.  "You're
an Irish flatterer, Charles McCann!  That's a lot of blarney!  But I would
love a cold beer."  Charley blushed, retreated to the bar and returned with
two bottles of Sam Adams and chilled glasses.  He led the way around to the
empty table section.  After seating Kathy at a table he sat down across from
her.

"Miss Smith, you must be Sam Jenkins niece.  I just don't understand why he
never mentioned you to me, though.  He was my closest friend.  But you are
just like him.  You're so warm and friendly...  so natural."  Charley thought
about the gloomy prospects for his place and his face fell.  "I guess you
looked around when you came in?"  Kathy nodded.  "I'm afraid it doesn't look
too good.  I made a mistake a few years ago.  I don't take any money to speak
of out of the business.  The whole thing's paid for.  Sam gave me some money
to help me get going, but I paid him back a long time ago.  But then I didn't
notice that the old place was showing its age until it was too late.  I guess
I kept the prices too low for too long.  When I realized I needed to fix it
up, I got some estimates.  I almost fell over when I learned what the cost
would be.  Now I don't feel I can raise prices until I fix the place up, and I
can't fix it up until I get money.  Everyone knows it's a great location.  I
have had some good offers to buy the property from some big operators.  Their
idea is to tear the place down and put up a new, much fancier place on the
property.  I guess word of their interest got around.  When I went around to
the banks, they didn't want to lend, they wanted me to sell."  Charley looked
at Kathy with sorrow visible in his eyes.  "Kathy...  Do you mind if I call
you Kathy?"

Kathy took has hand warmly and said, "Please do.  And may I call you Charley?
I feel I should call you Uncle Charley."

Charley blushed and continued to hold Kathy's hand.  "I would love it!
Imagine having a niece like you.  But Kathy, I don't want to sell!  It's not
the money.  The offer is a very good one.  But what can I do with money?
Kathy, I'm a bachelor like Sam.  This is my life!  These are my friends!  I
just don't want to give it up."  Charley's head dropped and Kathy could see
tears forming in his eyes.  She went around the table and took the older man
in her arms.  Charley started to cry in earnest as if his heart would break.
She continued to hold him while he regained control.  Then he sniffed and
reached into his pocket for a handkerchief.  He wiped his eyes and blew his
nose, then looked up at the girl.  "I'm sorry, Kathy.  That was awful!  My
God, I don't think I've cried since I was six years old.  I certainly didn't
mean..."

Kathy smiled at him warmly and held his hand in both of hers.  "I understand,
Charley.  I really do.  It's your life.  Look, can I make you an offer?  Will
you let me give you the money to fix the place up?  I would like to help you
make Charley's the best damn Navy bar in the world!  Would you like that?"

Charley started to smile.  It grew like the sun coming out from behind a
summer cloud.  "You would do that?  For me?  But my God, Kathy, you don't know
what you're saying.  The estimates are for over $750,000!"

Kathy replied, "That's light for what I have in mind.  I was thinking between
a million and a half and two."  Charley's jaw dropped.  "I would like to see
the exterior completely redone.  You ought to have the area landscaped.  Put
in some grass and shrubs and trees.  This is a naval base, Charley.  Except
for the sea, all the sailors get to see is asphalt!  We need to have some
green things around.  Now the kitchen:  The swabbies like to drink, but they
love to eat, too.  Nothing fancy, but the kitchen has to be serving as long as
the bar is open.  The only places you can get something to eat after ten
o'clock are the top hotels that the sailors can't afford, or the fast-food
joints.  And you need a car to get to most of them.  Then..."

Charley interrupted her.  "How long have you been studying this place, Kathy?"

Kathy reddened with embarrassment, realizing that she didn't know the first
thing about running a bar or a restaurant.  She had never seen the place in
her life until a few minutes earlier, and here she was trying to tell the man
who had built it and run it for years how to do it.  "I'm sorry, Charley.  I
was out of line.  I haven't studied your place at all.  I never even saw it
until I came in this afternoon.  I apologize.  Forget I said anything."

"The hell I will forget!  I just heard more sensible ideas from you in two
minutes than from these dumb, so-called hospitality consultants over the last
two years.  Honest, Kathy, you never saw the place before?"

"Honest, Charley."  Kathy smiled.  "I just tried to put myself in the position
of the sailors.  We want to give them what they want to buy.  Now, about the
money.  I'll loan it to you and you pay me back when you can, the way you did
with Sam."  She reached into her handbag and pulled out a check that she had
prepared at Ferguson's office on her way over.  "I didn't know how much you
would need, but I brought a check with me that you can use to get started on."

The check, payable to Charles McCann, was for $1 million.  She passed it to
Charley who glanced at it, then stared.  "This check says $1 million," he
said, overcome with awe.  "Are you crazy?  I mean...  I mean..."

"Charley, what's the trouble?  I'm only doing what my uncle would have done if
he were still alive.  He loaned you money to get started, didn't he?"

"But Kathy, that was a few thousand dollars.  This is one million!"

"But that was before inflation, Charley," Kathy said with a big grin.  She put
out her hand.  "Is it a deal?"

Charley looked at the extended hand and then down at the check.  "No," he said
firmly, "It's not."

Kathy's face fell.  'I just don't know how to handle money.  I've hurt this
poor man's feelings, and I've wounded his pride,' she thought.  Tears started
to form and then roll down her cheeks.  "I'm sorry, Charley.  I was just
trying to help," she said softly.  "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
This time he held her while her shoulders shook with sobs.

Charley smiled.  "I didn't want to make you cry, Kathy.  But it is a great
excuse to get to hold you.  It's not the money, it's the deal that's no good.
You are buying the place for that money.  Of course, I would like to stay on
and run it for you..."  Kathy smiled brilliantly.  She hugged him and then
gave him a warm, soft, lingering kiss on his lips.  Charley reddened like a
beet.  'My God, what a kiss!' he thought.  'This girl is a volcano.  I wonder
if I'll be around when she finds the right guy?'  Aloud he asked, "Kathy, do
you have a boyfriend?"

Kathy was visibly startled by the question.  "No, I don't.  Why do you ask?"

"Because you will!" replied Charley.  "When the right guy comes and you hear
the bells, there's going to be a volcanic eruption.  I hope I live to see it."

Kathy had an eerie feeling.  Charley had almost exactly repeated John
Robinson's words the night of the fraternity initiation at Yale.  "Charley, I
have a favor to ask?"

"Anything!" he said.

"I would like to work as a bar waitress tonight.  I could put on one of those
super-short little strapless outfits.  My legs are good enough, don't you
think?"  She swung her chair so around so she could extend her legs out
straight.  She pulled her skirt up to the tops of her thighs so Charley could
inspect them.  "My bottom's small, but it's firm.  I'm not as voluptuous on
top as I should be, but the construction of the outfit usually pushes a girl's
boobs up so she looks bigger than she is..."

Charley was scandalized.  "Not on your life!  Is your figure passable,
indeed!?  Kathy Smith, you idiot!  Your figure could win the Miss Universe
contest, for chrissakes!  Do you think I want to start a riot?  The Shore
Patrol would put the place Off Limits.  Your bottom would be so black and blue
from pinches, you couldn't sit down for a week.  No!  You may not work as a
bar waitress!"  Kathy was prepared to argue when he added, "Besides, how would
it look?  Do you think you're invisible?  You may be the best-known woman in
Tidewater with all the television coverage you're getting.  How do you think
it would look for the Assistant District Attorney of Norfolk County in charge
of the Dangerous Criminals Task Force to be seen working as a bar waitress?  I
ask you!"

Kathy pouted at him like a little girl.  "You're just saying that to keep from
hurting my feelings.  My body isn't up to your standards."

"And you, young lady, are just fishing for more compliments.  'Vanity, thy
name is woman.'  Besides, you know I'm right."

Kathy grinned at him.  "Okay, you win, I guess.  But seriously, I would like
to look at the crowd tonight.  Could I sit at a table and just watch?  Please?
I'll be real good!  Honest."

Charley nodded and smiled.  "I guess I can't stop the new owner from keeping
an eye on the place she just bought," he said.  Charley grinned.  "Of course,
that assumes she pays for her own drinks."

* * *

At eleven-thirty that night, Kathy was sitting at a small table in the back of
the room on the bar side.  She liked the friendly atmosphere of the place.
She had been interested to learn that most of the employees were off-duty
naval personnel, including a number of the waitresses.  She was recognized and
word of who she was spread quickly.  Kathy was embarrassed when a pretty young
waitress came up and asked for her autograph.  The girl said that she was a
yeoman first class assigned to the base legal office.  She told Kathy that she
wanted to go into law when she got out of the Navy, and Kathy was her personal
hero.  In response to Kathy's question, she said her name was Sally.  As Kathy
wrote the autograph she looked at Sally.  The girl was wearing a uniform
exactly like the one Kathy had been describing to Charley earlier; she hadn't
realized she was being prescient.  Out of curiosity, she asked Sally about
pinches.

The girl rubbed her bottom ruefully and grinned.  "They mean well.  If they
give you a really hard pinch, they usually end up sticking some money down
your top.  Besides, it improves my agility.  I think of it as an obstacle
course.  A hard pinch is when I didn't clear the obstacle."

Sally moved off to serve the customers that were crowding the place.  Moments
later, two men entered the bar.  For some reason, Kathy sensed that they
didn't belong.  Responding to her premoni tion she unobtrusively placed her
purse on the table in front of her.  The pair went up to the bar and suddenly
guns were brandished.  "This is a holdup!" one of the men yelled.  "Nobody
move!"

At that instant a sailor sitting opposite the bar against the wall, got up and
started towards them.  "Hey, wait a minute, you can't..."

The gunmen were about fifteen feet away from the sailor when both weapons
fired.  Kathy was sitting to their left out of their sight line.  She slipped
her weapon from its holster and squeezed off four shots in rapid fire.
Suddenly it appeared that their weapons had become too heavy to hold and their
bones turned to jelly.

Before they hit the floor, Kathy was running towards the sailor who was on the
floor.  "Call the police and get an ambulance.  This man's been hit," she
yelled.  She found that he had been hit in his right arm at a point just below
the shoulder.  The slug was imbedded in the muscle; there was no exit wound.
Although she couldn't be sure, Kathy didn't think the bone had been hit.

The young waitress, Sally, came running up quickly with a first-aid kit.  She
seemed to know what she was doing as she cut away the sailor's sleeve to
prepare to bandage the wound.  The sailor tried to smile at her.  "That's not
fair, Sally.  Why did you have to cut off my sleeve like that?  These are my
best tailor-made blues!"  Sally finished bandaging his arm and then gave the
sailor a soft kiss full on the lips.

In the meantime, Kathy had moved to where the two gunmen lay crumpled on the
floor.  Other sailors were keeping curious people away from the scene.
Moments later, sirens were heard responding to the shooting report.  At the
same time a siren with a different pitch could be heard moving in their
direction from the Naval Base hospital.  Two policemen entered the bar with
their guns drawn.  When they realized that everything was under control, they
holstered their weapons and examined the bodies on the floor.  Both men were
dead so they were left untouched awaiting the crime team.  Navy corpsmen came
in with a stretcher and carefully removed the wounded sailor to the ambulance
outside.  A moment later its siren screamed as it rolled back towards the base
hospital.

Charley and his people moved the customers around to the table side of the
establishment to clear the area for police who were now arriving in numbers.
A detective lieutenant took charge and asked what happened.  Kathy went up and
introduced herself.  She drew her .38 and gave it to the officer.  After
relating what had happened so suddenly, she concluded her story by saying,
"They started shooting, so I returned fire to protect lives."

The lieutenant wrote down the serial number of Kathy's LadySmith in his
notebook and gave it back to her.  Surreptitiously, he dropped four fresh .38
rounds into her hand along with the weapon.  "You may need it again, Miss
Smith.  Please keep it fully loaded."

Television news crews arrived and set up their lights and cameras out front.
The lieutenant had conclusively identified one of the dead men as a person
high on the Dangerous Criminals List.  Since over two months had passed since
the list was placed in broad circulation among law enforcement agencies, all
of the media now had copies of their own.  Kathy was pleased that, even though
they had obtained copies, no one had published it.  The other dead man was
identified as an associate of the first whose criminal accomplishments were
not yet numerous enough to make the list himself.  Kathy put on a coat and
went outside to meet the press.  She quickly related the events of the
evening.

A TV reporter identified one of the gunmen by name and asked Kathy if he was
on the List.  Kathy decided to break precedent by conceding what both she and
the reporter knew.  "Yes, he was," she said without elaboration.

By this time, things were winding down at Charley's.  The morgue wagon had
taken the bodies away and the crime lab people had finished their work.  One
was overheard saying to the other that it was a waste of time.  The whole
thing was open-and-shut.  Two dangerous hoodlums had been gunned down, and it
couldn't happen to nicer guys.  The other replied that they still had to fill
out all the forms neatly to keep the paper-pushers happy.  The last vehicle
moved out and things started to get back to normal.  Kathy whispered to
Charley who announced that the bar was open and drinks were on the house until
closing.  Then he raced around filling orders.

Meanwhile, Kathy went back to her table and sat down.  Suddenly she felt her
knees turn to rubber and she started to feel sick.  As she did, Sally quickly
came over and held her.  Kathy absently noticed how clean the girl smelled.
"Thank you, Kathy.  They were going to kill Jim, you know."  Kathy looked up,
slightly dazed.  Just then Charley came up with a glass filled with an amber
liquid which he gave to her.  He asked Sally when she needed to be back at the
base.  "Not until 0800 on Monday.  Why, Charley?" she asked.

"Sally, I would appreciate it if you would drive Miss Smith back home.  I
really don't think she's in any condition to drive now, and she certainly
won't be after she drinks that cognac.  I'll keep your time running on the
clock until Monday."

"Charley McCann," Sally exclaimed angrily, "That's an insult!  On the clock,
indeed!  Look, she saved Jim's life!  I don't know if I'll marry him, but I
sure want him to stay alive while I make up my mind.  Miss Smith, I would be
honored to take you home, if it's all right with you?"

"Sally, it would save my life.  Thank you so much!"  The girl went back to the
dressing room to change out of her uniform.

Charley sat down at Kathy's table while they were waiting.  "Kathy, I just
don't know what to say.  Don't take it the wrong way, but when those guys
pulled their guns, I looked your way to be sure you were safe.  Then I heard
the firing.  Kathy, I don't think a cobra can strike as fast as you moved.
You were sitting with your hand on your purse.  The next instant there's flame
coming from your right hand and those shits are on the floor.  Sam and I were
buddies during World War II and saw a lot of action together.  He would have
been very proud!"  He held her in his arms until Sally returned.

The two girls went out to the car with Kathy still carrying her cognac.
Charley had told her that it was one of the best in the world, Remy Martin's
Louis XIII.  All she knew was it was delightfully smooth and was calming her
down.  Sally headed out the Virginia Beach Expressway.  Kathy could hardly
stay awake to give Sally the intricate directions to her apartment.

Kathy showed Sally to the guest room, went to her room, removed her clothes
and fell into bed.  She was so tired that she left her clothes in a pile on
the floor where they fell.

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