She was little reluctant. The other woman named, Anita helped in my plan. Next morning I went to her house. I parked my car and reached up to the door...bell. The door was opened by the young lady. She was in dark blue sleeveless suit, with dupatta wrapped around her fair arms. She made me to sit in the living room. Today, she smiled and was very friendly. I asked about Anita. She said that Anita and didi (landlady) had gone to the temple. After a glass of coke, she sat in the chair across me. My. Just when it seemed like Frank would walk all the way to Frost, Frank broke out in a dash. Before Frost could react in his weakened state, Frank already had him by the throat.Frost was not a veteran in name only though. Before Frank could use his ability on Frost to make him meet his maker, Frost had already kicked Frank with all the force he could muster in his exhausted state. This served to create some separation between him and Frank, a fact he took quick advantage of, retreating a long way. Yet something held me in check. A fleeting recollection of the many tragic outcomes of just such yielding to impulse and subsequent regret stopped me, just in time. Something I'd seen somewhere and probably can't quote correctly read, "He who acts in anger rides a mad horse." Something like that. Regardless of how accurate my memory of the exact wording, the message was clear: whatever you do, Richard, do it when you'd had a chance to cool off a bit and think it over. Seek first calm, then. Don’t you, darling?” Mom suggested.“I think it would feel great,” she replied.“Well then, let’s give the guys a little surprise before we sample our succulent beefcakes”“Hey, who turned on the lights,” I heard Dad exclaim. A moment later my blindfold was unexpectedly lifted off my eyes and placed on my brow. The light was blinding, but my eyes adjusted quickly, so that I was able to see the two robed ladies standing in front of us captives. I looked over at Dad and he was in the same condition.