Rumors swept through the tiny village that she was Mr. John’s fancy woman. John introduced her to Rose telling her a little of Roses history. Thank...god, she spoke fast and loud John thought when she asked, ‘Is this the woman that’s got you by the short and curlies.’ ‘We will to have to compare notes,’ she said one evening as she prepared for the drive back to Hanoi, ‘come back with me.’ They opened a bottle of wine and drank it as the car maneuvered its way through the traffic. ‘Book a room. My eyes were a reflection; a man lying in a spreading pool of blood so red no artist could imitate the hue on canvas.It took longer to find an adequate hiding spot for the car than for him to die. I left his body and truck on the road. I walked around town so that I could approach Conception from the opposite side of his body.Sally was a fact of my immediate life. She did not like that I requested we shower first to remove the dirt on my body and the sweat from hers. I shrugged and got under. “Le Seigneur soit avec vous,” canted the priest, reclaiming the pulpit. The congregation answered obediently, “Et avec votre esprit.” He launched into his homily, and I let myself zone out for a while, gazing absently around the chapel. Though I’d painted it a full seven times, I’d never actually been inside before. They charged an admission fee if you weren’t staying for the service. The vault was all trompe-l’œil, colored pink, turquoise, gray and gold, and interspersed with scenes from. The man with the bat walked over to Sharon who was trying to turn away as she cried into her gag. He placed the end of the bat against her neck and traced down he body to her cunt. He jabbed her a little when he got there. Pulling the bat back he took a quick swing at her tits. At impact the room filled with a dull thud as Denna and Sharon screamed out in unison. “Oh god, please don’t hurt her, please, do what you will with me, but don’t hurt her” Denna pleaded. “Lady, you still don’t seem.