I was so plain. I had long dark hair, and a simple face... dark brown eyes. Plain as could be. I would meet this man tonight, and I would have dinner...with him. There was no harm in that. Right? His address was simple to locate, it was in the more chic part of the city where starving artists, and sorrowful musicians roamed the streets. Store lights kept the streets alive, holding overpriced art, and overpriced souls. Everything looked so breakable in these parts, frail boned models, and glossy. Michael would never get away with this, but he could do some damage in the meantime. For the first time Kris worried. The sun had long set when Michael reappeared carrying a tray with two hypodermic needles on it. He dabbed alcohol on each woman’s arm, gave them an injection, waited several minutes, strapped dog choke collars around their necks, and untied them. Both women felt woozy, they sank down to their hands and knees. ‘Time for dinner.’ Leashes in hand, Michael headed for the kitchen. I told her about the passing of April's boyfriend's mom. Dottie said she was sorry to hear that. I asked her if she could feel my babies inside of her yet and she began to cry. I asked her what was wrong."Britt, I'm so confused. I feel like you are so young and all but I want a baby. I have always wanted a baby but we tried and tried and I never conceived. You made me so excited the other night. What do we do if I end up pregnant? I would be so happy but what about you?" Dottie, the honest. She had approached with her hands clasped and a smiling face accompanied by sad, red eyes.“Ma’am,” she said, “My husband told me all about you.”My heart raced and I swallowed sandpaper.“Please Miss, I don’t want there to be a scene.” I bowed and fidgeted with my skirt hem.“No, oh goodness please no. I would never consider such a thing. My husband loved and respected you too much for me to even go that route.”I tilted my head up and knitted my brows, “Excuse me? I’m sorry; I believe you have the.