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						Ador 
				A Tale of Romance By The Star*
				Chapter Eight - Seniors Rule


"Good grief, Marty! I never thought I'd look at a return to school as a 
break!" Ador  was relaxing on the living room sofa of the Corvallis house, 
after they'd put the horses in the boarding stable.

She was happy to return to her home. She'd competed in several weekend horse 
shows and had worked twelve-hour days with the horses at the ranch. They had 
a senior year of college to complete, a lively and wonderful son to raise, 
and more work to do than hours to do it in.

Champ was left at the ranch. He'd be on stud duty, with one of the two 
horses they'd bought from Samantha Allen. She brought two of the other 
'Allen' horses with her. Both, she felt, showed extraordinary promise, but 
both needed a lot of schooling.

The class schedules she and Marty had were pretty strenuous, too. As 
seniors, they had some latitude in the courses they chose. But all of the 
upper level classes were demanding. And neither of them was willing to just 
slide by.
Also, they were determined to make lasting friendships in college. The ranch 
was really remote and they needed friends to break up their isolation from 
time to time.

They kept their eyes open to find a good man for Denise, too. A real fear 
they had was that the men Denise tended to date were as messed up as her 
family was. They both were determined to do better for their friend.


A month into the fall term, they had gotten back into it. Marty helped with 
the horses, schooling them on the basics, so Ador  could concentrate on the 
fine points. They both worked hard on their courses, and both made sure they 
had at least an hour a day with Robby, just to play with him--usually the 
best hour of their day.

Marty introduced Denise to a fraternity brother who he considered a nice 
guy. He told him that he expected her to be treated with respect--she'd had 
enough jerks in her life. That casual relationship soon blossomed into a 
romance and Marty had good hopes for it.

Then the Thanksgiving break was upon them.

They would spend the break at the ranch. Ador  was really tempted to take 
the horses back and bring two others back to Corvallis. In the end, she 
decided that the others were still really young and the two she had needed 
the work.
Denise pleaded to come with them--she didn't want to stay alone and she 
didn't want to go home with her new boyfriend... It was too soon for that.

It was tight, but they all made it in the pickup. Marty was happy for the 
extended cab that allowed Robby to curl up behind the seat.

Denise fell into the pattern of the summer: watching Robby and helping 
Hazel--and was genuinely happy doing it.

Ador , with Marty and Ad keeping an eye on what she was doing, spent serious 
time with the other horses they got from Samantha Allen. She gentled the 
foals and got them used to being handled and bridled. She rode Champ and the 
other two show horses, to keep them aware of what was expected of them.

She made time to review the Steele herd and marked several animals as culls. 
Those were separated into two categories. The first would be sold as jumpers 
for the hunt club market. The second would be high-end cow ponies or sold in 
the general riding market. Ad would take care of that.

Offered a chance to call her family on Thanksgiving Day, Denise shuddered 
and called her boyfriend.

They soon understood why Denise shuddered.



Their holiday meal finished, the women were cleaning up while the men 
watched football, courtesy of Ad's new satellite dish. A really beat-up old 
Plymouth pulled into the yard and parked by the house. The thing sounded 
like it wouldn't start again. A middle-aged couple got out and strolled up 
to the porch like they were neighbors dropping in for a casual visit.

Seeing them through a window, Denise ran to her room.

When they rang the bell, Ad went to answer the door.

"Hi," the man said. "I'm Denise's step-dad. This is her mother. We come to 
see her." He tried to walk in, but Ad blocked his way.

"I don't know about that, mister. What Denise are you talking about?"

"The one who goes to Oregon State. The one who didn't stay in Corvallis like 
I told her, and came here instead."

"You know, out here, folks don't just show up, 'less they're invited. I 
don't recall inviting you."

"That's OK. We're Denise's folks. You might say she's our invitation."

"Noooo. Don't think I'd say that," Ad drawled.

"Look. We came a long ways to see our daughter. You goin' let us in?"

"I don't think so. I think, if you're hungry, we'll give you some food to 
take on your way."

"Well, we was hopin' for some gas money and a bed for the night...from 
Denise, you know? I know she's been workin' for you-all and has money."

"We don't have any extra beds. We've never turned anybody away hungry, but 
we aren't in the 'gas money' business."

"That's OK. We'll just sleep in Denise's room."

"Mister, I don't know what part of 'no' you don't understand. You are not 
spending the night and you are not even going to set foot in this house."
Hazel, having listened closely to the first part of the conversation, had 
put up a meal from the leftover Thanksgiving feast and pressed a large sack 
into Ad's hands.

"Here's a dinner for you--enough for a couple days, from the heft of it. Now 
head on down the road... And don't come here again."

"Now mister. That's not very neighborly of you. We just want to see our 
daughter, this being Thanksgiving. Isn't that what parents are for?"

"Not in your case--and you're not neighbors. If you're not out of here right 
now, my wife will be on the phone to the sheriff. You can spend the rest of 
the weekend elsewhere, or in jail. I really don't give a damn, as long as it 
is away from here."

"You'll regret this," the man threatened, as he and the woman retreated from 
the porch.

"I don't see how," Ad retorted, closing and latching the door.

While Ad had been dealing with them, and Hazel packing food, Ador  had gone 
to Denise's room.

"Are they still here?" she asked, fearfully.

"Yes, but Ad won't let them in."

"I hope not. They're evil, Dory. Evil... Mom held me down... while he raped 
me... when I was a virgin. Two nights later, I lay awake listening to the 
screams while he did the same to my sister. He's never worked a day since he 
moved in with mom. He lives on the insurance money for me and my sister..."

Ador  just held her. What can you say, to something like that? "Do you have 
some money, Denise? That he's stealing?"

"Yes. But how can I get it? The checks come right to my bank account--he 
made me put his name on the account too. Same with my sister. We can't do 
anything."

"Maybe I can. Can I try?"

"I suppose. I guess my sister ran away, since she wasn't with them..."

"All right, Denise. We're good friends, right? I'll do what friends do. I'll 
try to help. OK?"

Denise, wiped out by her mother's unexpected visit, agreed. "If you 
could...? OK."


As soon as the door was closed, Ad phoned the sheriff in Bend, described the 
situation to the deputy on duty, and asked that the nearest patrol deputy be 
dispatched to the ranch, just to be safe. "Of course, we can protect 
ourselves," Ad told the deputy, who he knew. "But in this case, I think one 
of your cars should make sure these folks get back to civilization and don't 
try any mischief out here."

"You got it, Ad. I'll have somebody there in a half hour. Give my love to 
Hazel."

"Thanks, Gary. I'll do that."


The old Plymouth made it about a fourth of the way down the ranch road 
leading to the county road when it quit. Soon the guy claiming to be 
Denise's stepfather was back on the porch.

"Ah... sorry. But my car seems to have quit. Can you call a tow? And maybe 
give us a bed for the night?"

"I'll call the tow. In fact, I'll tow you to the county road. You can sleep 
in your car," Ad said.

"Shit! Western hospitality sure sucks," the guy said.

Marty fired up the tractor and towed the car onto a wide spot in the county 
road, while Ad called the sheriff back. "Gary, the guy claims his car broke 
down, now. Send a tow truck too, please. We'll put him on the county road. I 
don't want him on the property. Talk about a slimy customer. This one is 
it."

"OK, Ad. I'm on it."

"Thanks again, Gary. I owe you one."

"An invitation for deer season would do."

"You got it. Show up when you're ready to bag a big one."


Ad got into his pickup, to ride to the county road with the intention of 
telling their unwanted visitors that a tow was on the way. Rounding the knob 
that hid the ranch headquarters from the road, he saw that Marty was 
dismounted from the tractor and had his hands in the air.

Not one to waste motion, Ad pulled the old Winchester 30.06 from the rack in 
his truck, checked to see that the magazine held the full five rounds, and 
chambered a round. Putting the weapon on "safe" he threw a handful of shells 
from the glove box into his coat pocket and climbed a way up the knob to a 
spot where he had good coverage of that part of the road, and was concealed 
from anybody there. Not that he thought the 'city guy' would look up, 
anyway.

Ad didn't believe in movie cowboy notions of chivalry. His telescope sight 
showed the guy holding a gun pointed at Marty. Ad checked the wind and 
estimated his relative elevation over his target. He didn't try to shoot the 
gun out of the guy's hand. Nor did he try for a head shot. He put his 
cross-hairs on the center of the guy's chest and caressed the trigger.

The bullet arrived before the sound of the shot. Marty heard it pass and 
fell to the ground, rolling away. His attacker was dead before his body 
crumpled. A hunting bullet at a mere 200 yards will make hamburger of a 
man's heart and lungs, when it has some shattered fragments of rib to help 
stir the stew.
When their ears cleared from the sound of the shot, Marty and Ad heard the 
woman screaming. She had a gun, too, and was waving it around dementedly. 
Marty again dove for the dirt and crawled away from the car.

Ad and Marty just sat and waited-to see that no one left the car--until the 
deputy sheriff arrived. Ad came down from the knob to intercept him, making 
sure he parked safely away from the woman with the gun.

"What we got, deputy, is a couple claiming to be the mother and stepfather 
of a girl who works for us. They showed up out of the blue, wanting us to 
put them up. All they did was put us off. Anyway, I ordered them off the 
place. Then they said their car broke down. So I had Marty tow them to the 
county road and called for a tow truck. When I drove out here to tell them a 
tow was on the way, I saw the guy holding Marty at gunpoint. He looked like 
he was ready to shoot, so I shot first. Then we saw the woman in the car 
waving a gun around, too...

"It's all yours, and we're glad to let you have it. If we can help, we 
will."

"Thanks, I guess, Ad. OK. I'll try to talk to her. Just stay back here for 
now. OK?"

"Happy to."

The deputy turned on the loudspeaker on his car and identified himself as a 
deputy sheriff. "Ma'am, there will be no more shooting here. I need you to 
throw your gun out of the car. Ma'am. Do it now. Throw the gun out the 
window right now, and there will be no more shooting here today."

They heard a scream from the car. "If you want my gun, come get it, you 
bastards!" Then she opened fire on the patrol car. Fortunately, she was too 
far away to do any damage, though one bullet did break a window on the side.

When she had obviously emptied her magazine, the deputy trotted to her car 
and stuck his pistol in her ear. "Drop the gun, ma'am, or I'll pull the 
trigger on mine. And after being shot at, I really don't mind doing it."

She believed him and let her pistol drop to the floor of the car. The deputy 
opened the car door and pulled her out, cuffing her as he did. He frisked 
her and frog-marched her to his car, where he stowed her in the back seat. 
Then he returned to check the guy who was lying in the road, bled out. 
Finally, he searched the Plymouth. Besides a spare tire and an old suitcase, 
the trunk contained the body of a young woman who, from the looks of it, had 
been beaten to death.

Returning to his patrol car, the deputy placed the woman under arrest, then 
called his dispatcher, requesting a lab crew and the coroner. "I've got two 
stiffs, Gary. One new and one a couple days dead. One live one in custody. 
Gary...don't fuck around on this. I need help and I need it now. I'm on the 
county road, at the entrance to the Steele Ranch. Ad and Marty Steele are 
here with me."

"Don't freak out, Harlow. The Sheriff himself, and a lab team from the State 
Police are on their way, code blue. The coroner is about an hour away. OK?"

"Thanks, Gary. This is really freaky. I thought I was just supposed to 
arrest drunks on Thanksgiving, you know?"

"Yeah, pal. Hang in there. Help really is on the way."

Marty took Ad's pickup and went back to the house. When he told the women 
what had happened, Denise demanded that she be taken to the scene.

Seeing the body in the trunk of the car, she screamed and stormed toward the 
patrol car. Marty grabbed her and physically stopped her. She was in an 
insane rage.

Marty held her until she'd regained control, then asked what had set her 
off.
"That's my little sister. They killed her. And they were after me. I've put 
up with so much... so much... I'll kill her for this... Let me go, Marty. I 
have something to do!"

"No, Denise. She's in custody. She won't get away and she'll fry for this. 
All you can do now is screw yourself up. She's not worth it... but you are. 
Let it go, Denise."

Slowly, gradually, the tension left her. Then she sobbed, as Marty held her. 
After a bit, he steered her back into the pickup and returned her to the 
house, for the women to comfort her.

Returning to the road, Marty told the deputy what he'd learned. He was also 
able to give him the address Denise had for her mother--an older rented 
house in east Portland.

The deputy radioed that in, suggesting that the Multnomah County Sheriff be 
asked to investigate and treat the house as a probable crime scene.

As it turned out, the house was already well known. It was a meth lab, and 
had been busted two days before. With the information about the dead girl, 
the detectives and forensics people were able to establish that the girl had 
been kept prisoner there, and that she had probably been killed there.



The exciting break over, Marty and Ador  returned to Corvallis with Denise 
and little Robby. They were ready to get back to school. There was less than 
a month before finals, and they all wanted to do well, this last year.



Since the murder of Denise's sister had probably taken place in Portland, 
even though its discovery had been in Deschutes County, the investigation 
and trial were moved north.

Eventually, Denise's mother was found guilty of aggravated murder and 
sentenced to execution.

Denise consistently refused to accept calls from her mother, or her mother's 
court-appointed lawyers. With the Steele's help and support, she managed to 
stay out of the news. (Several years later, when her mother was finally 
executed, an especially persistent reporter managed to track her down. "I 
hope the bitch fries in hell!" she told him. (He was looking for some 
anti-capital punishment propaganda.) "The only way I'd support her getting 
out of this would be if it would bring my sister back. She killed her. She 
raped us both. She's a cold-blooded murderer and total bitch. May she burn 
in eternal damnation!" She slammed the door in the reporter's face and 
collapsed, sobbing, into her husband's arms.)


					- - + + + + + - -


In spite of the heavy schedule they'd undertaken, they were determined to 
enjoy their last year of college. They bought season tickets for football 
and several basketball games. They attended the winter formal and enjoyed 
dressing up--Ador  was breathtaking in a formal gown.

Christmas had been a family holiday--but always before in Richmond. Ador  
felt her mother was feeling lonely, so they flew out to visit her. It wasn't 
too hard to do, as they still had occasional use of the family jet, her 
mother having insisted that the kids had priority over executives from 
various family-owned businesses.



One really gloomy, rainy winter day in February, nobody bothered to tell 
them the bad news.

The bad news was that Darnell Hollins had been released from prison.

They were told, much too late that, "A federal judge ordered that the prison 
had two hundred too many inmates. The crowding was 'cruel and unusual 
punishment'. Hollins was one of those released. We hoped he'd just go back 
to Portland where, hopefully, he'd join a gang and get shot in a turf war or 
something..."

What they didn't count on was that Darnell felt that Ador  'owed him' for 
his prison time and she was going to pay!

Marty returned home from a late class. It was an advanced genetics seminar 
for animal husbandry majors--only six students--and the professor made it 
intense. Denise had a date that night and wasn't home. Marty just wanted a 
sandwich, a beer, and bed.

What he got was a broom handle beside the head and hogtied before he came 
to.
Hollins had Ador  stripped naked, spread-eagled, and tied to the corners of 
her bed. He heard Marty's key in the door and rushed out to handle him, then 
came back in the bedroom.

"You miserable honky bitch. You thought your pussy was too lily white for 
ol' Darnell. Well, I'm gonna show you what you been missin'. Maybe I'll even 
leave a little Darnell in you. Would you like that?"

As he leaned down to kiss her, she spat in his face. Immediately, he slapped 
her hard with both hands, using full swings of his arms.

"Big fucking man," she ground out through her tears of pain and rage. "Beat 
helpless and pregnant women. You're not a black man. You're a shitty little 
street nigger. You aren't even fit to be a slave. My family would have sold 
you off, you worthless piece of brown shit."

Enraged, he pummeled her, breaking her nose and blacking an eye, with a cut 
in the eyelid. He didn't neglect the rest of her, including a broken rib and 
some internal injuries.

"I'll show you who's worthless, cunt!" he screamed. "You'll be begging for 
more of me in that unused little pussy of yours when I'm done with you."

"Yeah. That's why they call you 'needle dick', huh?" she grunted at him.

He was moving above her, preparing to enter her forcefully when the window 
shattered.

A really big guy shot through the window and tackled Hollins, knocking him 
off of Ador  and clear off the bed. Several others just as big followed. 
They surrounded Darnell and proceeded to pound him to a pulp.

Seeing that all was in hand, one stood up and politely covered Ador  with a 
blanket, then untied her ankles and wrists. While the others hauled Darnell 
off into the kitchen, he stepped into the bathroom, where he wet a cloth and 
returned to gently wash the blood from Ador 's face.

"Hey Gil, there's a guy out here, tied up!"

"Well, untie him and haul him in here, asshole!" the leader of the group 
called back.

Ador  was very frightened when she saw them drag Marty, limp as a rag and 
with his scalp torn and bleeding, into the room.

"What have you done to him?" she screamed.

"Relax, Dory... You don't recognize me, do you? We had that advanced history 
class together. I'm Gil Torrey."

"Oh. Hey, Gil. What's going on? Why are you here?"

"Your dad was a fraternity brother of ours. Sorry he's gone by the way... 
Anyway, he asked us to keep an eye on you. A real close eye. He was afraid 
of something like this, I guess. As you see, we take our duties to our 
brothers seriously." He chuckled. "He also paid for a very nice renovation 
to the kitchen in the fraternity house. Since we're mostly jocks, we REALLY 
appreciated that. Though it wasn't necessary.

"To make a long story short, we just heard that this asshole got out of 
prison. We'd have been here sooner, but the brother in our house just heard 
about it a bit ago."

A really big black guy said quietly, "That was me. Nobody told me until just 
now. I'm so sorry this happened."

"It's not your fault," Ador  reassured him. "I'm happy you got here when you 
did. Though I'd have fucked that turkey a dozen times, rather than have him 
hurt Marty."

"I think he'll be OK," one of them said. "His pulse is strong and he's 
breathing OK. His pupils look OK, too. But a doctor should see him--to 
stitch up his head at least." Ador  recognized him as the starting inside 
linebacker on the football team. He'd been drafted by St. Louis, as she 
recalled. She thought he probably knew a little about injuries that resulted 
from being hit.

"Did anybody call the cops?" their leader Gil, who was the fraternity 
president, asked.

"Not yet. We waited for you to give the word."

"Good. Dory, maybe you should get some clothing on? We'll just be in the 
kitchen with this garbage. We'll call the police and an ambulance for your 
husband in just a little bit. Let us take care of it, OK?"

She agreed and, when they'd closed her bedroom door, went to the bathroom to 
get some tissues to pack her nose. While she was there, the shock and 
tension caught up with her, and she woofed up the entire contents of her 
stomach--a painful process with a broken rib. Then she cleaned herself up as 
good as she could and got a warm wet rag to bathe Marty's face and head. She 
hurt terribly, and would ride in the ambulance with Marty.


In the kitchen, Darnell was awakened by hard slaps from one of the black 
members of the group. "Hey Darnell ol' buddy. Wakey wakey." He slapped him 
again--as hard as he could. When Hollins' eyes opened he said quietly, 
"Remember me, bro? You tried to get me kicked out of school when you were 
still here, remember? And you tried to stick me with the heat when you raped 
that sorority freshman that time. Good fun, wasn't it, boy?"

Darnell tried to smile, though his lips were cracked and bleeding. "We had 
some times, din't we, bro?"

"You had some time. And I don't think of you as a brother. You're nigger 
slime, not fit to be integrated. We're going to give you a little lesson in 
manners. Then we're going to see if we can get you put away for lots and 
lots of years. Won't that be fun, Darnell, old buddy?"

He turned as if to stand up. Continuing his turn, he sunk his fist as hard 
as he could in Hollins' solar plexus.

Hollins convulsed, then lay still.

"Damn, man. Why you do that? He isn't breathing. If he's dead, none of the 
rest of us will get a chance to work on him."

"Oh, he'll breathe. Watch." He kicked Darnell in the ribs and, sure enough, 
he gasped, and started to breathe again.

"How'd you know to do that?"

"Basic anatomy. His diaphragm muscles were locked up by the shock to the 
solar plexus. The pain of the broken rib solved that." He stomped a knee, 
shattering it. "Man sure has fragile bones. Guess that's why he never played 
football, you think?" he asked conversationally.

Another stomped an elbow, while the other black smashed his nose with a 
fist.
When they were through with him, both legs and one arm were broken. The legs 
pretty well shattered, and the arm wouldn't be much use either. His nose, 
cheekbone, and jaw were broken, and an ear almost torn from his head. They 
made sure his knuckles were skinned, too.

Then they hit each other sufficient to provide some bruises, without real 
damage.

Surveying the scene, Gil said, "I think we're just about done here. I'll 
call the cops. You, Larry, you check on the Steeles... KNOCK first, asshole! 
Mrs. Steele has shown us enough skin for one night."

Ador  had put on a sweat suit, thinking correctly that the doctors would 
insist on a complete examination at the hospital. She needed the medical 
attention, not knowing that the pain she felt was from serious damage. When 
the fraternity man was admitted, he checked Marty who was still out but all 
right, and offered to show Ador  the results of their work.

"I'll want to see that. But first, I need to check my son."

"Your baby was HERE through all this?"

"Yes. He's in the next room."

When she went to check on him, Robby was sleeping soundly. The fraternity 
man who went with her offered to baby-sit, however long it took, until she 
and Marty were back from the hospital.

"Thanks. I'd appreciate that. Denise should be back in an hour or 
two--unless she spends the night..." Thinking of Denise and having the young 
man's attention, she asked about the reputation of Denise's boyfriend.

"He's a good guy. Pretty much a straight arrow. He's not in our house, but 
I've had a couple classes with him. And though he's not the brightest kid in 
school, nobody works harder. I hear he's really serious about Denise, too. I 
think they make a great couple, myself."

"Thanks. She's had a really tough time and I worry about her."

The boy just shook his head.  The woman he was talking to had had as tough a 
time as he could imagine.  He didn't want to think about what Denise might 
have gone through.



The police arrested Hollins without fanfare and seemed to accept the 
fraternity men's story right down the line. They were more than happy that 
the big thug was put down without a cop getting hurt. And if he got banged 
up a bit in the process... well, if one attacks citizens, one might expect 
the citizens to fight back.

About the time the cops were leaving, Denise arrived. She flew into the 
house, and was immediately questioned about what she was doing and why she 
was there. The man who'd volunteered to babysit recognized her and told the 
police that she lived there and had a right to be concerned about four 
police cars and an ambulance in front of her home.

When she had a chance, Ador  called her mother from the hospital, even 
though it woke her up. She explained the situation and that she and Marty 
had been hurt but would be all right. Robby was fine and their assailant was 
in custody.
Mrs. Parmentier said she'd fly out in the morning.

"No need mom. It's all over and we're OK. I just called and woke you up 
because I knew you'd be upset if I didn't."

"Well, it's an excuse for some quality grandma time, then. I'm coming."

Hazel's reaction was the same.


The hospital stitched up Marty's head and packed Ador 's nostrils. They also 
taped her ribs tightly, and X-rayed her abdomen. She had an appointment with 
an ENT specialist in a week, when the swelling would be down. Her nose would 
need some work. Meanwhile, she again sported some really spectacular 
bruises.

Although she wanted to go home, the hospital insisted on keeping her 
overnight. The next morning she was shown the results of the tests. Besides 
the broken rib, she had lacerated a kidney--it was expected to heal by 
itself OK. But her remaining ovary, already barely functional, was 
destroyed, and would have to be removed. The doctor strongly recommended 
removing the uterus, too.

"It's been scarred and battered. With both ovaries gone, all it can do is 
give you painful periods. You'll need estrogen replacement therapy anyway, 
but why ask for a lifetime of pain every month, when the organ no longer 
serves any purpose?"

Ador  and Marty cried together. They had absolutely no possibility of having 
more children now. Then they approved the operation and Ador  spent the next 
week in the hospital.


Their mothers coddled them both for a day--and Robby as long as they were 
there.

They demanded and got a meeting with the president of the university.

Though they admitted that the Athletic Department had done a pretty good job 
of cleaning its house when the problem was first uncovered, they felt that 
the school's skirts weren't entirely clean in the matter.

Why was the basketball coach not supervised? Why are athletes allowed to get 
as far as they do without being qualified to be in the university at all? 
And why is violent, antisocial behavior, if it is performed by an athlete, 
laughed off as 'high spirits'? They were well aware that the president was 
the one who had hired the coach--and that he had been proud of the 
accomplishment, touting recruitment from the inner cities as a good thing 
for the university for 'diversity,' and a good opportunity for poor youths 
'who would otherwise not be able to partake of the largess of American 
society.'

The meeting did not go well. The president was very polite and very sorry 
for the problems their kids had experienced. But he completely denied that 
the university had anything to do with it.

"Buster, that is pure bullshit, and you know it is!" Hazel finally exploded. 
"My daughter complained about the behavior of that ... that _person_. 
Basically, she was told that nothing could be done until she was assaulted. 
And, due to YOUR inaction, that is exactly what happened. She was assaulted, 
along with four of your own employees.

"Now we find that the university was notified of Hollins' release from 
prison two days before he was released. And no one bothered to inform our 
family. We weren't even warned, so that we could take measures in our own 
defense. That is unconscionable. And I intend to do something about it. If 
you had a scrap of integrity, you'd resign, since you can't keep your own 
campus safe."

"Now, ladies..." he began, but they stormed out of his office before they 
said something they'd regret.

The cousin in Portland was called. Who did he know who could hurt the 
president of the university?

Well, the governor is a fraternity brother. And the President of the Senate 
was a law school classmate...

As he was eating his lunch, the president was interrupted by a call from the 
governor.

"This isn't a social call, Clyde. I need your resignation on my desk by the 
end of the day."

Taken aback, the university head asked, "Why would I do that?"

"Because you have been criminally negligent--at best."

"That's just not true.  And I don't even know what you're referring to."

"Sure you do. That former scholarship, 'diversity' student you coddled. And 
then protected... You know, the one who is in the slammer awaiting trial for 
kidnapping, aggravated assault, rape, burglary and various other felonies. 
The one you set loose on good kids from this state, and then had the gall to 
deny it all... That's what I'm talking about!" The Governor was so angry, he 
could barely spit out his words.

"Governor, I'm sure you've been misinformed. We had an unfortunate incident 
down here... that occurred _off_ campus, by the way. The University is not 
involved or implicated in any way. I see no reason to admit that it was, or 
that I had any part in it. I certainly see no reason to resign from my 
office."


That evening, the governor appeared on the newscasts. "We pride ourselves 
here in Oregon on our quality of life. We also pride ourselves on the fact 
that our citizens are safe in their homes. We are a unique state and enjoy 
unique blessings.

"When I find that one of our top state employees is not performing at the 
level we expect--and we demand the best because we are the best and deserve 
nothing less--then as the chief executive of the state, I have no choice but 
to remove the individual so identified.  Especially when that lack of 
performance threatens the safety of our citizens.

"Today I have demanded the resignation of the president of Oregon State 
University, for inadequate--indeed, negligent--performance of the duties of 
his office. Through his incompetence, citizens of the state have been 
assaulted and raped. One of them, I am sad to say, twice. I have not 
received a response to my request, but I am sure I will in the morning.

"Be assured my friends, the citizens of our state, including the students in 
our schools, are the first priority of this administration. 'Programs' and 
'procedures' are not. No one in my administration who, through ineptitude, 
inaction, or plain carelessness allows our people to lose their right to 
safety in their person and in their homes will remain a state employee once 
I hear of it."

In the morning, there was another item on the news. The president refused to 
resign. He claimed that, if he did, he would be admitting that the 
University was at fault--and himself specifically. Since, he claimed, 
neither was the case, he saw no reason to leave his post.

The Governor called in the Secretary of Education, an elected official who 
happened to be a member of the other political party. However, they were in 
agreement on this. Since the presidents of the state's institutions of 
higher education serve at the pleasure of the state Board of Education, an 
emergency session of that board was convened and, when they'd heard the 
details of what had happened, they were unanimous that the man had to 
go--especially since the governor had publicly demanded his resignation. The 
problem wasn't so much with what he had done and not done, but with his 
attitude, as expressed in his meeting with Mrs. Parmentier and Mrs. Steele, 
the parents of the students who were attacked, and his statements to the 
media.

That afternoon, at the Governor's direction, two State Police officers 
entered the office of the president of the university. One hung up the phone 
the man was using, pulled his chair back from his desk, with him in it, and 
pulled him to his feet. When he sputtered about their high-handed treatment 
of an important official, the cop delivered the notice of his termination 
from state employment and told him he was prepared to escort him from the 
campus--immediately. The other cop stationed himself at the entrance to the 
office suite, preventing anyone from entering, and allowing those in the 
offices to leave, but not take anything with them--ladies' purses were 
opened and only normal items were allowed to be removed from the office.

The police later searched the office, and the old president's personal 
belongings were shipped to him. But they were especially careful that he was 
not allowed to remove any documents or notes--no one wanted him to get the 
idea of "correcting the record" at some future date. His termination notice 
contained a clause that entering university premises would be considered 
trespassing and treated accordingly.

The Governor was really angry. "I'm pissed off that the sanctimonious 
bastard tried to bluff it out. When I went public, he should have folded, 
and we'd have sent him on his way gracefully. Well, fuck him. The more 
humiliation, the better, as far as I'm concerned. He'll never run a major 
university again, that's for sure."


A little--very little--digging by the prosecutors discovered that Hollins 
had a couple of juvenile felony convictions. Oregon doesn't have a "three 
strikes" law, but the trial judge did allow his entire record to be entered 
into evidence in the sentencing phase of his trial. He also permitted 
testimony from the Steeles that his original obsession with Ador  began when 
she was seven months pregnant and obviously not trying to attract male 
attention. Marty had had no interaction with him whatever, until he'd been 
ambushed in his own kitchen. He'd never laid eyes on the man, except for 
pictures, before seeing him in court.

Testimony made it clear that Hollins' first action after release from prison 
was to attack Ador  again, as revenge for not letting herself be raped 
before--when she was pregnant.

The judge also allowed color pictures of Ador  after both attacks. They both 
showed the extensive bruising he'd caused. The first also showed her 
advanced pregnancy, the second set of pictures showed that he'd beaten her 
severely about her entire body.

Hollins tried to say, "Well what about them guys beat me up? Whatcha doon 
'bout them?"

The judge sternly told him to sit down and keep his mouth shut, or he'd make 
sure he kept his mouth shut. Then he was told that he, the judge, had 
personally reviewed the police reports, including all the statements of the 
witnesses. The statements and the physical evidence corroborated each other 
and supported the story that Hollins had resisted violently when accosted by 
the group from the fraternity, and that they had done only what was 
necessary to subdue him. Photos of bruises and black eyes were included in 
the record, as well as photos of the Steeles, and reports from their doctors 
about the damage Hollins had inflicted on them. This included a statement 
that the trauma to Ador  was such that she would never be able to bear 
children, since a complete hysterectomy had been required to repair the 
damage.

"So don't try to put any blame on others, young man," the judge said 
sternly.

"You are the one on trial here. In view of your record and your attitude, 
this court sees no cause to be lenient. The court notes that this is a 
fourth felony offense, all of them involving violent attacks against other 
people. So I sentence you to twenty-five to forty years in the state 
penitentiary on each count. I order that the sentences will be consecutive, 
not concurrent. I further find that you are a menace to others and to 
society generally and order that you will not be released early to reduce 
prison population--nor will you be eligible for parole until you have served 
at least twenty-five years... We're adjourned." The gavel fell and the judge 
left, leaving behind a violently shouting Darnell Hollins who needed three 
bailiffs to subdue him and take him out of the courtroom.


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"Quite a year you're having," Hazel mentioned to the kids, as they enjoyed a 
good restaurant meal with Mrs. Parmentier and Denise after the trial was 
over.

"Yeah. And your pull with the Governor sure added to the excitement. I'm 
glad no one at school has figured that out yet. Everybody just thinks the 
pompous old windbag got crosswise with the Man."

"He did. I just helped it along. But first Denise's mother, now this Hollins 
character... Why do you kids seem to attract such violent people?"

"It's a good thing you're smiling, mom," Ador  said. "I'd be real offended 
if you weren't. I really tried to give that guy a gentle brush off, then a 
not so gentle brush off. But always a brush off. I never encouraged him in 
the slightest."

"I believe you, honey," her mother said. "It just seems we've had a pretty 
violent year."

"We have. And I hope it's all over... Changing the subject, did you hear 
about Denise's money?"

"Yes. Hazel told me. It was nice of you to get her competent legal help, 
dear."

"She'd have done it for me," Ador  said. Denise nodded in affirmation, her 
eyes glowing.

"Well, I think it's marvelous, dear. Now Denise doesn't have to do 
babysitting or housekeeping and can just concentrate on school."

"Thank you," Denise said in her quiet way. "But I want to finish out the 
year helping Ador . I really like Robby. We're pals. And I've had a free 
place to stay all this time. Dory needs the help. She works so hard with the 
horses and school, too. I guess it's like, 'what are friends for'?"

"And we appreciate you too, Denise," Marty said. "You know, she's lived with 
us all this time and never once hit on me?" Ador  and Denise both slugged 
him for that.

"Children! Behave!" said Hazel. "... You did deserve that, Marty."



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