I imagined that his next move would be to begin to paint a picture that the other two had been the leaders and poor Brandon was a victim. I just shook... my head and wondered when people would ever take personal responsibility. It seemed that everyone thought that someone else was to blame.I had to chuckle when I realized I was just as guilty, in a way. Caryn was right, what I’d done in Atlanta was wrong. I’d done it out of a desire to be liked, even though I knew my friends liked me regardless of. “This was a path they built when constructing this building back in the early fifties. That was right when they started allowing women to attend the college. To keep women from co-mingling with the men, the women went in groups to and from the buildings where they had classes. Walled paths like these allowed women to enter and leave the building through hallways restricted to campus police, escorts, and women. By the sixties, they decided the women weren’t going to be gang-raped by horny males. . it would be a poor thank-you indeed if I let anything happen to them as a result! “Nobody moves!” The redhead bellowed. Then she took a hesitant step forward, her voice and expression softening as she addressed me directly. “Miss? Are you okay?” She was actually kind of attractive, I thought suddenly. She was a bit older than me, maybe thirty, thirty-two. And she had balls, there was no doubting that! I may not have known any of the guys Johnny had invited for me before that night, but you. " If she's interested, do you want to interview her?" You said she'd be right for the job, correct?" Yes." Then hire her." Yes, Sir."While Jack entered data into his computer, I headed for the kitchen. I fed Bozo, then scrounged around the bathroom and our room for a load of clothes. I started the washer and let him out to do his thing. It was getting too cold out to leave the door open. He'd let us know when he was ready to come back in.I went into the kitchen and did some cleaning up. I.