"We hopped on our bikes and began down the asphalt bike trail; racing each other over slopes. At the bottom of a big hill we stopped to get off our bi...es setting them aside the trail. Looking around for our place of fun, we noticed the hill was wooded and appeared to level off on top so we hiked up to investigate. As we reached the top we found out that it was a walking that I knew wasn't traveled on very often."So hun, do you just want to do it here or find somewhere else?" I inquired."I don't. She leaned in and gave him a quick hug instead."Monday morning, then, at oh-six-hundred." The older man drove off."Breakfast first?" Sandy asked as they made their way into the building."Sure."As they sat, eating cereal and buttering English muffins, Sandy let her mind drift, remembering the events of the previous day. She found her attention focused on the television news." ... And now the story we'd promised you. Yesterday evening, at Cappy's Liquors at San Leandro and Fifty-First Avenue down. I decided it would be best for me to rest. But I assured the ladies I would return. Linda was also leaving at the same time so I escorted Linda back upstairs to the flower shop and she offered me a ride home in her car. I found out that she lived out of town in a larger city called Evansville. I learned that Linda was thirty-five and that she was a housewife of an extremely wealthy husband who worked as an architect.He was out of town often and she would get lonely. Even when her husband was in. Before I could sit down I was suddenly pushed forward onto the sofa and my arms were pulled behind me and some handcuffs fastened around my wrists.“What is going on” I cried out“Shut-up, you are only to speak when asked a question and then I expect you to answer right away.I was turned around and pulled onto the floor from where I looked up at Elisa’s “so-called friend”. “Yes, you heard me” she said in a menacing voice.“So ladies, what shall we do with him?”“What about…Ahhh” I could not finish.