" You shut yourself up in this room," Tim said, than pointed at hishead. "She shut herself up in here!What else was I supposed to do?" Timbegan lookin... around the room for anything he could use to get freefrom the current surroundings. "I lose everything if I lose her."Faye returned her eyes to the mirror again. "You lose everything? I'velost everything..." Blue eyes beamed out through the curtain of hair."I can't keep starting over like this." She yelled in anguish, hertinier voicebox unable. There was a short, dirty-looking, bald headed white man standing in front of me. I was terrified and I didn't know what to do! He just stared at me. He looked very angry!"Don't make a sound, bitch... give me the money and I'll let you go."Then I heard a clicking sound. He had pulled out a small knife and brought it up to my neck."Oh please, don't hurt me... here take my purse." Shut the fuck up, bitch!... Don't you make a fucking sound or Ill cut your fucking throat," he growled.He snatched my. Bea was a big boned, tall womanof early middle age. She kept her red hair in a tight bun at the back ofher head, was always neatly dressed, usually in a frilly translucentblouse and straight knee length skirt. Her makeup was done a bit morethan daytime but not quite nighttime heavy. She has a friendly andoutgoing personality. Miss. Ogden was the total opposite. She was asskinny as a rail, always wore pants suits with men's styled dress shirts.Her hair was in a short pixie cut and seldom. His hands itched for the tire iron that lay in the trunk, something to hold, to put between himself and the isolation. The key ratcheted around the latch not quite making it to the hole, as Shaun attempted to calm his nerves and his jumpiness. The light increasingly grew closer and he fumbled harder to open the trunk, the high pitched growl of a motorcycle resonating in his head. The need to arm himself rising with the perceived threat. The rider slowed as he approached. The yellow hazard.