"Now, tell me everything," Frank said, eying me over the rim of his cup. "And make it good."I sighed, glanced at Ty, and told him the public version. ...udging from the redness of his neck, his blood pressure was slowly rising as I spoke. By the time I was done, he was brick red."Are you insane?" he asked when I finished. "You have absolutely no business getting involved in something like this. You could've been killed. Mom could've been killed. He waved his cup around, sloshing coffee on the. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above. Part 5 – Monday Morning Blues Author’s note: Peanut-butter-jelly time… i.e. groundwork. Hope you’re not bored, and it will get better… ‘This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!’ shouted the lovely redheaded. She was very attractive, with long dark hair and dark eyes. She seemed shy, but with a wistful look in her eyes that Barb couldn't identify. Wistful, Barb wasn't sure how to handle, but shy was something she understood. One of the hurdles she had in becoming a lawyer was an almost paralyzing fear of public speaking. She had overcome it, but it always lurked in the back of her mind. So she hiked herself up on a corner of the nearest desk and began a conversation with the young woman. In short. "You have done much more than survive, Diva even you," I try to stress how important the part is that she played. That is the key I think. I see Nimrod's small nod that he agrees with me."Think of all the things you could do." But those people are monster ... I could never," she shivers as she shies away from the thought."You ran into the worst element, yes, but there could be families out there, good people who need friends. Like those three women we saved," I add, as if it is an after.