Excerpt from, "Not Exactly Don Juan...and The Liberated Woman"

...I replied, “Well, I have a little situation I need help with. And I don’t want anyone to taken care of it for me. That’s not the reason why I’m calling. You remember the thing I told you about in 1991?”

Phil responded, “Yes.”

I continued, “Well, they let the bad guy out fifteen years early. He will be moving within six miles of my home. Train me.”

Phil said, “Oh no. How did that happen?”

I responded, “Well, I really don’t know. There were plenty of us that wrote the parole board. The prosecutor called me about three weeks before his release in April. I feel the prosecutor didn’t complete his job on this case.”

Phil replied, “That’s terrible.”

I responded, “Yes. The prosecutor offered to put a car outside our home. I turned it down. That’s ridiculous. And I’m not getting a gun, a vicious dog or a new security system. I’m not changing my running either. And now I have two children, and we are in the middle of a third adoption. So train me, train me. I need to survive this. I don’t want anyone taking care of this for me. Cause I know he is coming. I’m ninety percent certain he will make an attempt to finish the job. My goal is to finish it if he attacks again. Before he finishes me.”

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