Morning sun stripes cell. Five fingers feel my hard heart. It hurts, hurts, like hell. - F.J. Frenger, Jr. 1 Frederick J. Frenger, Jr., a blithe psychopath from California, asked the flight attendant in first class for another glass of champagne and some writing materials. She brought him a cold half-bottle, uncorked it and left it with him, and returned a few moments later with