Rip her apart. Fuck her like an animal. And once when you are satisfied, I myself will cut her throat. I have raised her, so her life is mine to take....We will fuck in her blood Karan and make crazy love”. Rani wasn’t surprised to hear herself about killing Meera. She had already fantasized about raping her. Snuffing her was just the next step. She knew that she would do it for Karan. But first they needed to fuck.Karan pounced on Rani. Their lips met and there was this battle of dominance. She had the dark hair, skin and eyes of a typical Italian. Her daughter followed her into the house. Paul guessed her age to be about 15. She too had the same dark eyes as her mother. Her hair was long and so straight it appeared almost smooth. It fell over her shoulders and framed her pretty young features. She was wearing her school uniform of a grey blazer with green piping and a mid length grey skirt. Her white cotton socks were gathered around her ankles and her black leather shoes were. Angrily, she pushed the feeling from her mind."Hush, baby," she said, fumbling for words. "Don't cry. You have nothing to feel bad about. It's only normal. All girls have a crush on their big brothers. I have . . . had one on your uncle John. And so does aunt Mary; on your father, I mean."Carol dabbed a tissue at Marsha's eyes. They were blank and she wasn't sure whether she had heard a word said."Most of the time," Carol continued, softly, but with a cold dread in her heart, "you grow out of. There were procedures to improve and budgets to tighten, but after all,it was all Welcome Wagon nonsense and before long there was nothingworth doing. At the same time, Rhonda started making demands. I had touse her hairdresser and shop where she did and lose weight and thenmore weight, and exercise, and lose weight, and exercise every day, apersonal trainer on Saturdays. The professional businesswoman image Iwas trying to project was replaced by little fitted suits and highheels and hats and.