"We've got to help Betty."Fitzhugh led her to the door of the cage, and together they managed to release the latch that kept it closed. With her arm i... his, Valerie and Fitzhugh cautiously approached the still impaled Betty and her bestial lover. They didn't want to startle the domestic rodent.They could hear her begin groaning on the ground. She was beginning to regain consciousness."Well, at least she's still alive," Valerie whispered to Fitzhugh.Fitzhugh patted her hand reassuringly, then. ‘Really,’ he said. ‘Things will be all right. You’re an attractive young woman, you’ll find someone else.’ Cindy found herself confused by the feelings that had begun to spread through her as she leaned against her boss. It did feel good having his arms around her, almost too good. She wasn’t sure she wanted him to let her go. Somehow, he made her feel safe, protected, and special. His voice was comforting, too. She looked into her boss’s eyes. She’d never realized it before, but Mr. Markham. Dyer. When we got there, I found out that Mr. Dyer was a small man, about the same age as my Dad and Uncle Bunny. He was wearing a western shirt, jeans, cowboy boots and an old, black, cowboy hat. He didn't look at all like I'd pictured him. Uncle Bunny did the talking to start things off."Ken, this is Kenny Parsons, my nephew and client. Kenny this is Ken Dyer. Mr. Dyer is the investigating officer, looking into the charge of assault that Brenda, Walt and Georgia Connor filed against you last. I also believe it will help us when we get together for ... you know ... when we make love." Sarah, graduation is a long way off. You have four years to get 'networked' as you say you want. But with a group interested in something besides sex for hire, for God's sake! And we already enjoy making love."At least I thought we did! I thought we had something special. I thought that we were going to stay together, even though we attended different colleges. Hell, Burlington's only thirty-five miles.