If her guests died in the building Abril would pour over the tapes and question everybody. If they died going to or from work there was too big a chan...e that some other 49 member or associate would see something. Finally, I needed a scenario that drives April TO me. If they died her first suspect would be me, so killing them without a bulletproof scenario, backed by plenty of facts, would drive her away.For over a year I watched and thought and read reports and waited for my chance to eliminate. Certainly, Jesus and the disciples ate lamb at the Last Supper, on Maundy Thursday – today.” [For many Australians of varying religious persuasions, Easter Sunday would not be complete without the family coming together over a meal of roast lamb.Cooked traditionally in a baking tray with roasted potato and pumpkin, or given a Mediterranean bent courtesy of ingredients such as garlic, olives and lemon, lamb remains the quintessential Easter Sunday feasting meat.]“What about the Easter Bunny?”. "Look, we have visitors! See, I told you if you were a good little piggy I'd have a special treat for you, and here she is: your new girlfriend! Isn't she cute?" She flicks the flogger across his genitals again. "Isn't she?" The fat man's eyes meet mine for the first time, and a current of tangled emotions flows between us in a flash: disgust and desire, sympathy and shame. Hastily he nods, sweat pouring down his face to mingle with the drool escaping his gag: "Eff, Miffweff." My own mistress. I knew how to trap rabbits and found out they were just as damn dumb as chickens. We ate rabbits and stuff from the garden grown wild; planted by Mom, cared for by God.Dad came back, gaunt, bearded, scars on his legs from shackles he said. Did Dad take care of us? We took care of Dad. We did love him and in his way, his very own way, we think he loved us. We knew, somehow, he loved Mom and died, slowly, without her. He loved us but we were not Mom.We had a milk cow and from age six I milked..