Bullies

A quick shared glance confirmed that coffee after the class was a go; it was difficult to restrain themselves from talking in the parking lot, but privacy (even secrecy) felt important to observe. At the cafe, Tim said, "Okay, now we go" when they'd sat down, gotten their orders, and removed their coats. "Not what I expected from a seminar on bullying," Erin said softly. "But so much more," Amanda added. "Thought it might be current legislation, how to work with the police, and the chronology of what needs to happen first," Richard continued. "And yet," Tim drove it home, "how much better is it to get schooled by someone who had to take matters into their own hands (all the while covering the legitimate bases as well)? Where to do recon, what records to get, the importance of video surveillance, audio recordings, social media ... the whole burrito ... wrapped up with extra cheese right there." They sipped silently, lost in thought; after a moment, Amanda pulled out a list of names with "Bullies" written at the top. "I don't know about you guys," she whispered, "but I'm ready to make some crap happen." Erin read the list and added one more name; Tim and Richard simply nodded in approval. "I'm your guy for the records search," Richard ante'd, and the game was afoot.