But for anything on the other side of that window, careful perception would save her having to kill.Not a sound. A hand went up, over the lip, then an...ther. Ebony pulled herself up and flipped her naked body into the room beyond with cat like grace and perfect silence. Another reason she went barefoot. No thudding footfall. She looked around, taking in her surroundings and instinctively crouching into an action pose, ready to unleash the furry of her knives.She’d struck gold. The room was a. One of the extra benefits of living in the centre of town.She was waiting for me in one of the armchairs in the living room. A pot of my favourite Columbian mountain coffee and a glass of Black Renault was on the low table by the sofa, and Helen was dressed in the same yellow summer dress, but now it was washed and freshly ironed. She looked so beautiful that I got a little lump in my throat. Her long, ash blonde hair was brushed to a shiny glimmer, hanging down below her shoulders, and her. "Can I help?" I asked the two women."Our car just made a loud bang then stopped," the younger one answered. Younger maybe but she was well over sixty, the other could well be her mother or older sister.I took a look and I saw the piston had blown a hole in the block and oil was pooling under the car."You have blown that engine, you will need a new engine, that's for sure," I said, giving them the once over. God I could screw both of them, I've never had a woman in fourteen years and any woman. He promised them all something special the weekend after exams were over. The Friday evening after the last exams, the girls went out clubbing. Pete went to bed early before they got home. Saturday morning, Pete slept in, but when he got up, the girls were still zonked. Pete shrugged and went down to do some yard work.At around noon, Pete came in and saw Laura sitting on the couch nursing a large glass of orange juice."Good morning, Laura, or afternoon, I guess."Laura looked up and smiled.