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Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 13

Cliff sat on the couch and said, "We have to do something."

Glen shook his head and stated, "There's nothing we can do. They 
haven't broken any laws."

Cliff said, "They are interfering with our ability to do business."

"This is a normal tactic. They first start to protest the business they 
don't like. If that doesn't work, then they try to get the sources of 
income to back away from them. In our case, that means they try to 
get our advertisers to back out."

Cliff fumed and didn't reply. He angrily stood up and started 
pacing. Glen watched his as he tried to work off some of his 
frustration. The Last True Church of Christ had selected their 
magazine as their primary target of their righteous wrath. The hate 
mail had gotten even worse and now they were threatening to harm 
them. Cliff finally burst out, "If I ever get my hands that that creep, 
I'd strangle him."

Glen shook his head and calmly said, "Hold on. You're just 
frustrated because you have to deal with them. None of the 
advertisers have backed out. They just called to let you know what 
was going on. Do you really think that a company that sells sex 
toys on the web is going to back out because a weird Christian 
group threatens to protest them?"

"No, you're right." Cliff looked back at him and added, "I just need 
to get rid of some of this excess energy."

Glen looked a Cliff and suggested, "Go skiing. I know the sun sets 
early this time of year, but you've still got about three hours of 
light."

Cliff shook his head after considering the idea. He paused and said, 
"I've got to get a Valentines Day present for CJ. Tomorrow is the 
big day."

"Tomorrow isn't Valentines Day."

Cliff nodded in agreement and replied, "Yes, but she has to work 
Valentines Day."

"Oh, that makes sense. You are going to surprise her with a present 
at work anyway, aren't you."

"Of course."

Glen finally said, "Yes, that is far more important. We must keep 
our priorities in line. Following love over exercise is always the 
best policy. Taking care of your girlfriend should be your first 
concern."

Cliff's eyes twinkled as he said, "I've always found the pursuit of 
love is a great exercise, with most of the exercise coming after the 
catch!"

Glen laughed. It was a rolling laugh that came from deep within 
his body as he considered the humor of the situation. At least Cliff 
only had to worry about exercise from one woman. He was tired 
half of the time, each one wanted to do it at night and then in the 
morning. Then both of them wanted a nooner. The result was that 
he was exhausted most of the time.

Their conversation was interrupted when Sandra came staggering 
out of the bedroom. She collapsed on the floor in front of Glen. 
Glen shot out of his chair and raced over to her. He was not in time 
to catch her before she hit the floor. She was pale and shaking as 
though in shock. He asked, "what's the matter, Sandra?"

She whispered, "Something is wrong with Wanda."

Glen picked up Sandra while Cliff got her coat. They wrapped her 
in it while Cliff threw Glen's coat over his shoulders. Cliff then 
went and got his coat. Glen carried Sandra to the truck. Cliff 
opened the door so that he could set her inside. Cliff got in while 
Glen went around to the drivers side and entered. They peeled out 
of the driveway and headed towards town.

Sandra slowly woke up and stated, "She's near the grocery store."

Glen took note and went down the turns that would lead them there 
the quickest. He actually cut across a field to make the trip quicker. 
It wasn't long before they were in front of the grocery store. Glen 
slowed down and drove around the area looking for an alley. 
Sandra cried out, "Here! Glen, I'm over here."

Glen stopped the truck and looked around. He spotted an ally about 
fifty feet away and drove over to it. Cliff leapt out of the truck 
before he even stopped it completely. He ran to a bundle on the 
ground. Glen was next to him half a second later. His stomach 
turned as he looked at her, her face was swollen so that one eye 
was closed, her lip was split and she was breathing with a raspy 
sound. He gently lifted her and carried her over to the truck. He set 
her next to her sister while Cliff climbed in the back.

They reached the hospital in record time. Their passing was not 
unnoticed by the Sheriff's deputy, who reached the hospital almost 
three minutes later. The Deputy was unwilling to cut across the 
school yard.  He came charging over to the truck ready to arrest 
everyone until he got look at Wanda. The Deputy shouted towards 
the hospital, "We have an injured person here."

Glen carried her into the hospital before the staff had a chance to 
react. He set her upon a gurney and started pushing it to the 
emergency rooms. He was immediately surrounded by doctors and 
nurses wanting to know what happened. Glen frowned and said, "I 
don't know. Sandra started crying something was wrong with her 
sister. We came into town to find her. We left the cabin about forty 
five minutes ago."

The Deputy was standing behind him and heard every word. He 
got on his radio and called in the Sheriff. Glen turned and said, 
"She looks like she was beaten. You had better find the guy that 
did this before me."

The Deputy shivered as chills ran down his spine when he saw the 
look on Glen's face. Glen's words were not idle threats. He thought 
about what Glen had done to Amos when he caught him in his 
house. That made him even more nervous. He answered, "We'll 
find him."

Glen stood and watched the hospital staff work on Wanda. He was 
careful to stay out of their way, but he didn't let her out of his sight 
for a moment. His presence made the staff nervous, but none of 
them dared say a word. His watch was interrupted by Cliff as he 
shouted, "Damn it, Glen. Help me with Sandra."

Glen wheeled about as though shot and strode over to Cliff. Cliff 
was having trouble carrying her in. Glen lifted her easily out of his 
arms and carried her to the other bed. A nurse and a doctor went 
over to find out what was the matter with her. Glen said, "They are 
connected. What one feels, so does the other."

The nurse looked at him with a funny expression, but then decided 
that it was better to leave the subject alone. The weird thing was 
that her face started swelling in exactly the same way as her sister. 
The doctor looked over both sisters and watched in amazement as 
the one sister slowly transformed to where she had similar injuries 
as the other. 

Glen interrupted the doctor and said, "Treat them, don't watch 
them."

The doctor looked at him in irritation and then turned back to 
Wanda. He started to work on her, providing fluids and pain 
killers. A sigh of relief escaped from Sandra. Glen watched and 
realized that the two were much closer than he had ever thought. 
He pictured Wanda laying in the alleyway, kept warm by her 
sister's body heat even though they were miles away. 

After half an hour, the doctor finished working on Wanda and 
turned to Glen. He stated, "She'll be okay. We'll move them both to 
a room, now."

Glen followed them to the room and sat down on a chair where he 
could watch both of them. He moved the chair so that he was 
sitting between them. He held a hand in each of his hands. He 
didn't move or speak as the nurses came and went. The entire time, 
he pictured his strength flowing into them, helping them heal.

Cliff sat in the other chair and watched the three of them. He 
envied his sisters that they had someone like Glen to watch over 
them. He wondered if CJ would do that for him. After sitting there 
for a couple of hours, he got up and went to the floor next to 
Sandra. He lay down and went to sleep. Glen acted like he didn't 
notice, his attention remained on the twins.

The Sheriff entered the room later that afternoon. He sat in the 
other chair in the room and looked at Glen. He stated, "You scared 
the shit out of my Deputy."

Glen, his voice flat and dangerous, asked, "She was out there for 
over forty minutes after some asshole beat her. Did anyone see 
anything?"

Dale shook his head and answered, "No. No one saw anything. 
However, some folks told me that there were some men in town 
asking about the Metchettes this morning."

Glen sat there for a minute considering his options. He had to 
protect the twins, even if it meant his life. He finally asked, "What 
did they look like?"

Dale, knowing how Glen would react, answered, "Let's find out 
what happened before we go chasing after folks that just might be 
innocent."

Glen stated, "Don't forget that Cliff is still out there all alone. He 
could be next and I doubt they'll leave him alive. He's the one they 
really want."

Dale stated, "Don't tell me that you support them in this magazine 
effort of theirs."

Glen considered his answer carefully. His tone brooked no 
argument as he said, "Yes, I do. Look at them. They had nothing a 
year ago. Now they have their own business and are making more 
money than most folks. They describe lifestyles that are based on 
love and respect. No one is harmed by what the write."

Dale stated, "What they are saying is a sin in my book."

Glen chuckled and replied, "You're a good man Dale. We all have 
a thing or two wrong in our books when it comes to defining what 
is and isn't a sin."

Dale was about to respond when he realized that Glen was right. 
We all had things that we thought were wrong that others accepted 
as normal. Someone had to be wrong. He changed the topic and 
stated, "I'll look for them. I'll warn Cliff not to be alone."

Glen stated, "You don't have to do that. He's taking a nap on the 
floor next to Sandra. He hasn't left since they got here."

Sandra groaned in her sleep. Glen moved over to Wanda and 
watched her for signs of waking. He pressed the nurses call button. 
The nurse arrived and looked at Wanda. She said, "There's no 
change."

Glen stated, "Sandra is groaning. Wanda must be in some pain for 
that to happen."

The nurse looked at him in disbelief. About that time, Wanda and 
Sandra both whimpered. The nurse quickly left the room and came 
back with a vial and a needle. She did her job and in seconds the 
twins calmed down. She looked over at Glen and stated, "I would 
never have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

Glen answered, "They truly believe they are one person in two 
bodies."

Cliff got off the floor looking concerned. He asked, "Is everything 
alright?"

Glen nodded. Dale looked over at Cliff and said, "I want you to 
take care of yourself. You aren't to be alone from now on."

Cliff nodded and stated, "The only time we'll leave here is to eat."

"Good," answered the Sheriff. He stood up and walked over to 
Glen. He handed a stack of papers to Glen as he added, "By the 
way, here are some tickets. You'll have to go before the judge and 
plead extenuating circumstances."

Glen looked at the stack of tickets as he flipped through them. He 
frowned as he read aloud, "Speeding. Reckless Driving. Failure to 
Stop at a Stop Sign. Reckless Endangerment. Speeding through a 
School Zone."

Cliff swore, "Sheriff, that's not fair. He was trying to save my 
sister's life."

Glen interrupted Cliff before he could get into a tirade. He held up 
a hand as he said, "Hey, the Deputy is just doing his job. We drove 
across a school yard, for Christ's sake."

Dale shot a glance at Glen realizing that he was relived that Glen 
understood the Deputy's position. He had really scared his deputy 
earlier. Dale said, "As I suggested, tell the judge that there were 
extenuating circumstances. He's still likely to throw the book at 
you, but at least he won't be aiming for your head or balls."

There was a very weak laugh from Wanda. She said, "He better not 
aim at his balls."

Glen turned to Wanda and touched her gently. He avoided her 
face. It was hard to tell that it was her with the number of bandages 
that covered her. He smiled down at her and said, "Don't you know 
that I have balls of steel?"

She started to laugh, but the effort was too much. She went back to 
sleep with her hand grasping his firmly. He looked up and smiled, 
"She's going to be alright."

Cliff nodded and then stated, "We should go eat now. She'll sleep 
for another two hours or so."

Glen nodded and kissed her hand tenderly. Her grip tightened and 
then relaxed as she fell into a much deeper and more restful sleep. 
He let go of her hand and stepped back from the bed. He turned 
and repeated the same action for Sandra. She was in just as much 
pain as her sister.

The three men left the hospital together and went to the diner. 
When they entered, CJ came running up to them. She had heard the 
news and was concerned for everyone involved. She hugged Cliff 
as she said, "Is she okay?"

Glen answered, "They are fine."

"I'm so glad to hear that. Uncle Dale, do you have any idea who 
did this?"

Dale looked over at Glen and answered, "We have some ideas, but 
nothing definite yet."

They went to their normal booth. The three men were in a subdued 
mood and didn't talk much. Glen was worried for both of the twins. 
Dale was worried about what Glen would do when he caught up to 
the men that had attacked Wanda. Cliff was wondering if he was 
really the intended target. He was also worried about CJ getting 
hurt because of her proximity to him. 

When CJ delivered their meals, Cliff cleared his throat and said, 
"Uh, CJ. I have been thinking…"

"What is it honey?"

This was harder than Cliff imagined. He said, "You might want to 
keep your distance from me until the guys that did this to Wanda 
are caught."

Dale nodded, pleased that Cliff had been the one to bring up the 
subject. He said, "CJ, that sounds like a real good idea."

CJ stood up straight with her mouth set in a tense line. In a tone of 
voice that suggested that any argument would be wasted, she said, 
"No. I'm not going to run away from him. I'm going to be by his 
side every chance I get."

Cliff smiled at her spirit, but said, "CJ. I worry too much about 
you. If something were to happen, I'd be so concerned for you that 
I wouldn't be able to think straight. One of the few lessons I've 
learned in my short life is that you can't face some people without 
being ready for them."

Glen smiled and nodded as he realized that Cliff was thinking 
rather than reacting. He added, "CJ, Cliff is right. You don't want 
to be a target. If you don't believe us, go over to the hospital and 
look at Wanda. Not one of us at the table want to see you in that 
state."

Dale sat back and considered the two men sitting across from him. 
He realized that they would do the right thing no matter the 
consequences to themselves so long as the people they loved were 
safe. Despite the fact that he felt Cliff was wrong in pursuing his 
business, he couldn't help but like the kid. He said, "CJ. You know 
how I feel about what he is doing, but that has nothing to do with 
my advice. Listen to him. He's right. You need to stay away from 
him for a while."

Cliff smiled at the Sheriff realizing that no matter what he said, the 
Sheriff was never going to accept the idea of alternative marriages. 
He might treat his gay son with correctness, but he would never 
really accept his homosexuality.

CJ replied, "I'll go over to the hospital and talk to the twins. You'll 
see that they will agree with me."

Glen laughed at the statement. He knew there was no way that the 
twins would tell her that she was right. He said, "Well, there's 
nothing to worry about then."

CJ shot him a dirty look and then thought about it. Maybe she was 
just acting brave, but would regret her actions when the going got 
tough. She returned to the kitchen thinking about what the three 
men had said. She would talk to the twins. They would let her 
know what she should do. She couldn't believe how much she 
loved Cliff.

After they ate, the Sheriff went on to handle the business of 
policing a town. He had a lot of work to do as a result of the attack. 
He had already collected a little evidence at the scene of the crime. 
He had Wanda's clothes in an evidence bag. 

For now, he had to follow up on the descriptions of the two 
strangers that had been asking around town about the Menchettes. 
One was a tall thin man, with a thin mustache, short black hair, and 
a hawk like nose. His clothes were basic black pants, white shirt, 
and black coat. The other man was a medium size man, clean 
shaven, slightly balding, and a baby face. Slightly overweight, he 
wore suspenders on his black pants. His clothes were basic pants, 
white shirt, and black coat of the same style as the other man. Both 
were wearing a long black winter coat with a black hat.

Glen and Cliff returned to the hospital. Glen took up his position 
between the twins. Cliff sat down in the chair. The twins were 
quiet and slept through the night. The comings and goings of the 
nurses was watched by the two men. Both of them assumed that 
her assailants were far away, but neither was willing to trust that 
assumption.

Later CJ came in the room. She was very quiet and looked at the 
twins. She paled as she saw their condition. Wanda was the one 
with the split lip and other cuts, but they both looked just about the 
same. She put her hand to her mouth as though to smother a 
scream. 

She looked at Cliff seeking comfort. He stood and went to her. He 
put his arm around her and led her out in the hall to have a quiet 
talk. He was only gone for about five minutes before he returned 
alone. He nodded at Glen to let him know that everything was all 
right.

The two men, despite their discomfort, fell asleep near morning. 
Glen woke up with a start. His neck and back were stiff. His legs 
tingled as blood returned to them. Someone had put a thin blanket 
over him while he had slept. He stretched and looked over at 
Wanda. She was awake and looking at him. She whispered, "I 
dreamed that you had steel balls last night."

Glen laughed and looked at her lovingly. She was so beautiful, 
even with her face beaten and swollen. God, he loved her like life 
itself. He said, "I never tell you enough how much I love you."

He looked over at Sandra. She was looking at him with the same 
expression as Wanda. Glen asked her, "Did you dream that I had 
steel balls?"

In the same whispered voice, Sandra answered, "I dreamed that 
you had a steel cock."

Glen laughed and said, "I love you so much. I guess between the 
two of you, I'm superman. The man with privates made of steel."

The twins squeezed his hands with a grasp that was much stronger 
than last night. Wanda said, "We sorry to have worried you."

He squeezed their hands back and said, "Never be sorry that I 
worry about you. I love you and when you are hurt, I have to 
worry. I want you both to be the best that you can be."

Wanda managed a very slight smile that was immediately replaced 
by a grimace as the pull of the stitch in her lip hurt her. Glen 
glanced over at Cliff, still asleep in his chair. He told her, "Your 
brother has been here all night. He cares about his sisters a lot."

Sandra whispered, "We know. We've always known."

Glen sat there looking from one to the other. He sighed and said, "I 
love you two so much that it hurts to see you like this."

Sandra, with a fragile smile, whispered, "It hurts to be like this."

Several hours later the Sheriff came into the room. He looked at 
Glen and Cliff for a moment before saying, "Would you two mind 
getting out of here for a while? You might want to get a bite to 
eat."

Glen and Cliff looked at each other knowing that the Sheriff was 
going to ask questions about the incident. They wanted to stay in 
order to find out who had done this to her. They could tell by the 
look on his face that now wasn't going to be the time. Cliff, with 
narrowed eyes and a tight mouth, nodded his head at Glen. Glen 
understood and bent down to Wanda. He whispered, "If it gets too 
much for you, just buzz the nurse. She'll chase him out of here so 
fast he'll leave his shadow behind."

She whispered back, "Yes, my man of steel."

He turned to Sandra and whispered, "If either of you get tired, just 
buzz the nurse."

She whispered back, "We've already answered you."

Glen laughed and stood up. He and Cliff headed towards the door. 
Glen turned to Dale and said, "Don't upset them."

Dale nodded and turned to face the twins. He looked over Sandra 
and started by talking to her. The story he had gotten from the Glen 
said that she had known when her sister had been attacked. He 
wanted to find out for himself what she knew.

Glen and Cliff left the hospital. Rather than going to the diner, they 
both stopped by the jewelry store to get presents for their lovers. 
Cliff got a very nice necklace with a heart shaped pendent for CJ. 
Glen got a pair of rings, each with a very small diamond. Both men 
had the presents gift wrapped. 

Glen then led Cliff on a very surprising shopping expedition. First 
they went to a woman's clothing store. There, Glen bought two silk 
scarves. After that, it was to the hardware store where he bought 
several heavy  washers. That was followed by a short trip to the 
bank where he got two rolls of quarters. Cliff followed along 
confused as they went to a men's clothing store and bought two 
turtleneck sweaters.

After Glen was finished with his shopping, they went to lunch. It 
was a quiet meal, neither man talking about much. When they had 
finished eating and were drinking their coffees, Glen said, "Here's 
a roll of quarters. Carry it with you. If you are attacked, put it in 
your fist. It will add a bunch of hurt to whoever you hit."

Cliff looked at the roll of quarters and put them in his pocket. Glen 
was busy tying several of the washers to a corner of the silk scarf 
that he bought. He tied a large double knot in the middle of the 
scarf. He handed it over to Cliff and said, "This is a Thag Scarf. I'll 
show you how to use it. You don't have to go for the kill, just to 
get their mind off you while they try to get it off them. Its primary 
value is surprise, since most people wouldn't recognize it as a 
weapon until its too late."

Glen then made one for himself with the other scarf and the last set 
of washers. Cliff was looking at the scarf with curiosity. He didn't 
think the scarf was much of a weapon.  Glen finished his and then 
stuffed it in a pocket with a bit of one end of the scarf sticking out. 
He reached down and touched it, satisfied that he didn't even to 
look down to find it. Glen looked up at Cliff noticing the disbelief 
on his face. He smiled, "Remember, an ounce of prevention is 
worth a month out of the hospital."

Cliff asked, "What about the sweaters?"

Glen answered, "Easy. They are baggy and you can hide a bit of 
protection under them. If a guy hits you where you are protected, 
you can spend your time hitting him back and not worrying about 
getting hit. Remember the Clint Eastwood movie where he had a 
metal plate over his heart. He wasn't worried about getting shot, he 
could have returned fire any time."

Cliff shook his head in amazement. Glen really did think these 
things through when he had warning. When he had hid the knives 
in the couch, he had saved all four of them. That thought made him 
wonder what other precautions Glen had taken that he hadn't 
known about. He decided that he was about to get a real education.

They paid for their meal and left the diner. Cliff said, "I have to see 
that scarf in action."

Glen looked around and then led them to a tree out of sight of the 
people inside the diner. He walked over to a small tree and said, 
"Mark an area about the height of a neck at any reasonable height 
on this tree."

Cliff marked a location at about the same height at his neck. He 
stepped back and looked at Glen. Glen smiled and reached down to 
the scarf. In one smooth movement he pulled the scarf out of his 
pocket and swung it in an arc. The weighted end of the scarf swung 
around the tree right into his waiting hand. With a deft movement, 
he had pulled the scarf tight around the tree with a knot holding it 
here. He looked at Cliff and said, "At this point in time, your 
attacker is more worried about getting that off his neck then he is 
concerned about what you are going to do next."

Cliff stared at the scarf in amazement. He had hardly followed its 
movement and would never have expected that in a fight. He 
uttered, "Whoa."

Glen added, "If you were to do that from the rear, the knot in the 
middle of the scarf would have crushed the windpipe."

"You don't fight fair."

"I disagree," replied Glen. In his opinion, they were dealing with 
raw and unfettered evil. In a very serious tone of voice, he added, 
"If you want to hurt me, you had better be willing to die in the 
attempt. If you try to hurt someone I love, then you had better 
expect to die."

Glen stepped over to the tree and struggled to remove the scarf. It 
wasn't easy, which was the whole idea. He returned the scarf to his 
pocket, with the end just sticking out of it. He reached down and 
found it without looking. Satisfied, he looked over at Cliff. Cliff 
was still staring at him. He said, "Shall we go to the hospital?"

Cliff nodded and followed behind Glen. He thought about what 
Glen had said. Glen was right. When things got rough, you had to 
have your priorities straight. The last person you should be 
concerned about for their welfare is your attacker. Finally, he 
asked, "Were you ever in the military?"

Glen glanced over at him and nodded.  He didn't say anything to 
provide further details. If he had told Cliff the full story, the kid 
would never believe him. He didn't have any battlefield 
experience. In fact, he was a cook and spent most of his time in the 
kitchen. Of course, that had made him pretty handy with a knife. 
He knew many a vegetable that quivered when he approached it.

However, the group he was feeding was Special Forces. You 
couldn't be around those guys for long without picking up their 
attitude and some of their tricks. If you were the poor guy who had 
to explain why their steaks were burned, you had better have 
enough of their attitude to escape with your life. He remembered 
the first time that had happened. The poor slob who had been 
responsible had tried to explain. He ended up sitting in the trash 
can through the entire meal. When it was Glen's turn to explain, he 
had walked up to one of them and stated that he liked his steak that 
way just fine. He went on to state that if the guy had a problem 
with that for him to take his best shot. The others had just laughed 
at him, but he was able to walk back into the kitchen with dignity. 
Of course, he had cheated and chose a guy who liked his steaks 
that way. Just the memory of that occasion brought a chuckle. 

Cliff noticed and asked, "What were you thinking about?"

Glen smiled and answered, "Oh, I was just thinking about a run-in 
that I had with some special services guys once upon a time."

Cliff walked along behind him no more informed than before. 
However, he did feel a little safer. They entered the room of the 
twins. Glen smiled at the pair and went over to them. He kissed 
Wanda on her forehead, one of the few places on her face that 
didn't hurt. She smiled up at him weakly. He said, "Hello, my 
loves."

He turned and winked at Sandra. She understood and smiled back. 
He took Wanda's hand and held it gently. She quickly fell asleep. 
He turned to look at Sandra and saw that she was awake. He went 
over to her and asked her in a whisper, "Can you disconnect a little 
from Wanda long enough to answer some questions?"

Sandra shivered and then whispered, "Okay, ask away."

"Who did this to her?"

Sandra whispered, "She said she had never seen them before. 
There were two of them, both of them wearing similar black pants 
and coats. She said one was a skinny tall guy with a thin mustache. 
She said he had a long narrow nose and never smiled. He kept this 
real rigid expression on his face the whole time he beat her. The 
other was medium height and much fatter. He had a baby face and 
grinned happily every time he hit her."

Glen whispered back, "American Gothic types?"

Sandra smiled and answered, "Exactly. She said that they would 
have to remove the corncobs to shit."

Glen nodded as he considered what that meant. He said, "Thanks, 
Sandra. Now connect with your sister and get some rest."

 Glen signaled to Cliff for him to go out in the hall. When Cliff got 
out there, Glen turned to him and said, "These guys mean business. 
They are the kind that blow up abortion clinics, kill doctors 
because they think they are murderers, and abuse their wives and 
children all for God. They aren't going to stop with this. This was 
nothing as far as they are concerned. They probably do just as 
brutal a job on their wives for not having dinner on the table when 
they come home from humping the Bible."

Cliff wanted to laugh at the humping the Bible part, but the rest of 
the message scared the hell out of him. He asked, "Is there anyway 
to stop this?"

Glen stated, "They are probably a small group, maybe twenty to 
thirty of them. They won't stop until their leaders decide to go after 
a different target or are brought down by the law. Of course, the 
leaders won't really do anything that can get them in trouble."




