the operation."
"You did what?! You volunteered me when you hadn't even discussed it with me? Seriously?"
"Frankie, someone has to stop this bastard. I think he's selling babies to the highest bidder whether they are fit parents or not. I also think either he killed Mandy Morris or he had someone else do it. Mandy lost her parents in a car accident. The only family she had left was an aunt who's a fucking nightmare. She thought her boyfriend loved her, but he was just using her and wanted nothing to do with her when he found out she was pregnant.
She had no one and that's why she hooked up with this adoption agency. They paid for everything associated with her pregnancy so she'd hand over her baby. Then when she realized she couldn't give her baby up, I think they killed her. Help me get justice for Mandy. Please, Frankie."
"Lane, I have a company to run." He sounded so sincere he was starting to get to her. She couldn't tolerate any criminal activity that had to do with victimizing or harming women and children.
"Can't your partner handle things until you return?"
"I don't know. Give me some time to think about it." Did she just say she needed time to think about it? Was she completely out of her mind?
Frankie sat in the center of a circle of women on a room-sized mat. Her students joined her every Tuesday for her self-defense class at the Sheriff's Workout Gym.
"Understand that a stranger will attack a woman who appears vulnerable by the way she walks, jogs, socializes, drinks, and shops. Most attackers make a snap judgment by the way you're carrying yourself as to whether or not you will fight back. In short, he'll attack you if he thinks he'll be successful. One of the things we'll practice in today's class is the 'leave-me-the-hell-alone' body language.” She stood up and demonstrated the body language. “Everyone pick a partner to practice with. Practice the stance while your partner coaches.”
Ted, her partner, entered the room and she walked over to greet him. He was holding his gorilla suit which was full-body protective gear complete with a groin guard. "Are you ready for some punches and kicks?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." Ted turned to the group of women staring at him and looked back at Frankie with uncertainty. "Why do they look like they're going to enjoy this so much?"
Frankie smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and then headed back to her group. "Come back together in our circle. Let's have some Q&A time while Ted gets suited up. What are some of your questions?"
A thin, brunette woman asked, "Is it true that most attacks on women happen outside bars, rock concerts, or parties?"
"It's true that a lot of attacks happen at these places, but in my experiences as a deputy, I found that just as many happen in remote areas such as hiking or jogging paths, parking lots or garages, and empty streets. That is why I advise you to avoid putting yourselves in remote areas where there is no one around to come to your aid if you need it."
Another woman asked, "What if the worst happens and you are the victim of a carjacker?"
"For one thing, you don't consider yourself a victim — ever . Right? My best girlfriend was abducted last year and she did what I'd do if it happened to me. She was scared, but she kept her wits about her. She was driving and knew she was protected by a seat belt as well as an airbag. Her attacker was in the backseat pressing a knife against her throat and wasn’t protected by either. She rammed her SUV into a large tree. The impact sent her attacker flying over the seat into the dash and knocking him unconscious long enough for her to escape."
Ted stepped over to the group dressed in the gorilla suit ready for the group's next exercise. "Okay, group, last week you learned how to make a fist. Let's see your fists, thumb
"You did what?! You volunteered me when you hadn't even discussed it with me? Seriously?"
"Frankie, someone has to stop this bastard. I think he's selling babies to the highest bidder whether they are fit parents or not. I also think either he killed Mandy Morris or he had someone else do it. Mandy lost her parents in a car accident. The only family she had left was an aunt who's a fucking nightmare. She thought her boyfriend loved her, but he was just using her and wanted nothing to do with her when he found out she was pregnant.
She had no one and that's why she hooked up with this adoption agency. They paid for everything associated with her pregnancy so she'd hand over her baby. Then when she realized she couldn't give her baby up, I think they killed her. Help me get justice for Mandy. Please, Frankie."
"Lane, I have a company to run." He sounded so sincere he was starting to get to her. She couldn't tolerate any criminal activity that had to do with victimizing or harming women and children.
"Can't your partner handle things until you return?"
"I don't know. Give me some time to think about it." Did she just say she needed time to think about it? Was she completely out of her mind?
Frankie sat in the center of a circle of women on a room-sized mat. Her students joined her every Tuesday for her self-defense class at the Sheriff's Workout Gym.
"Understand that a stranger will attack a woman who appears vulnerable by the way she walks, jogs, socializes, drinks, and shops. Most attackers make a snap judgment by the way you're carrying yourself as to whether or not you will fight back. In short, he'll attack you if he thinks he'll be successful. One of the things we'll practice in today's class is the 'leave-me-the-hell-alone' body language.” She stood up and demonstrated the body language. “Everyone pick a partner to practice with. Practice the stance while your partner coaches.”
Ted, her partner, entered the room and she walked over to greet him. He was holding his gorilla suit which was full-body protective gear complete with a groin guard. "Are you ready for some punches and kicks?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." Ted turned to the group of women staring at him and looked back at Frankie with uncertainty. "Why do they look like they're going to enjoy this so much?"
Frankie smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and then headed back to her group. "Come back together in our circle. Let's have some Q&A time while Ted gets suited up. What are some of your questions?"
A thin, brunette woman asked, "Is it true that most attacks on women happen outside bars, rock concerts, or parties?"
"It's true that a lot of attacks happen at these places, but in my experiences as a deputy, I found that just as many happen in remote areas such as hiking or jogging paths, parking lots or garages, and empty streets. That is why I advise you to avoid putting yourselves in remote areas where there is no one around to come to your aid if you need it."
Another woman asked, "What if the worst happens and you are the victim of a carjacker?"
"For one thing, you don't consider yourself a victim — ever . Right? My best girlfriend was abducted last year and she did what I'd do if it happened to me. She was scared, but she kept her wits about her. She was driving and knew she was protected by a seat belt as well as an airbag. Her attacker was in the backseat pressing a knife against her throat and wasn’t protected by either. She rammed her SUV into a large tree. The impact sent her attacker flying over the seat into the dash and knocking him unconscious long enough for her to escape."
Ted stepped over to the group dressed in the gorilla suit ready for the group's next exercise. "Okay, group, last week you learned how to make a fist. Let's see your fists, thumb
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