Margaret's ten year old Vauxhall Viva started at the second attempt and her wheels skidded as she dropped the clutch and her car moved off. She swore ...t the vehicle, turning right to follow the red car as it moved South out of the town.She expected to have more gunshots fired at her, and kept her distance; she knew she needed to summon help but couldn't let Annabel and her baby leave her sight. It was a dilemma.Margaret felt an adrenaline rush as her car slid on a patch of ice and she gripped. He dropped the rope and squared his shoulders like a linebacker about to tackle. He lunged forward and as he did I swung the blade low, cutting his gut open. His stomach erupted in a frightening gush of blood, his intestines coiling out. The stench of blood and alcohol filled the room, and I can remember hearing the blood pattering on the wood planks as he stood there wide eyed with shock and disbelief. Our eyes locked, and mine followed his as he fell to the floor to land at my feet. I dropped. Then I half ripped her panties. I slapped at her thighs bruising them also. As she was lying there, crying hysterically, I picked up the phone and dialed 911.This is Chuck Masters; I just shot a man who was raping my wife. Please send the police and two ambulances. I gave them my address. They asked me how the man was who I shot. I told them I think he is bleeding to death. Even though she was crying Linda heard everything I said. I will wait and see what she tells the police.The police arrived. We chatted as the bar finally emptied around us. It seems he and Hilary had first become swingers in Islington in the eighties; a wild time when London was full of crazy people and plenty of money despite the recession on the rest of the country. As he had moved up the corporate ladder they had moved north and had tried to maintain their alternative lifestyle but with limited success.It was only once they met Carmen and Steve that things had started to improve; it seemed Hilary and Steve were.