”“Look at me then. See the folds at my hips, the lines around my mouth, the way my tits are all stretched and loose? I’m old, Tom. Worn out. Inf...rtile. I’m a cheating old slut Tommy. We can work together, but now you know why we can’t be lovers.”“I think you’re beautiful.” I interrupted.“Oh Tom; you’re young and hung, tall and strong. I don’t want to fall in love with you, and I don’t want you to fall in love with me. That’s what will happen if we do it. And it will be bad, because now we both. He tacked it on the wall. Then another picture taken a few years later. The two looked equally happy—out on a boat during a summer outing. The wife held up the fish she had caught. The Killer roughly rummaged through the rest of the pictures. He needed a more recent one. ‘Ah, there,’ he mumbled. She stood in all her glory with a flowing, flowered cotton sundress smiling for the camera. She was a few years older than in the first few pictures, but her beauty was still apparent. ‘Today’s gonna be. Her breasts bounced gently as she sat down, and I heard a choking sound. I looked up, expecting to see the old waiter clutching his chest in a heart attack, but he'd collected himself and was carefully staring at the marmalade. Cooly, Melissa, the shameless trollop, took a sip of her coffee, her full breasts so beautiful in the morning sun, her nipples hard from the excitement of her teasing, knowing the waiter and I were both staring at her beauty, both of us wanting her.I gave a little. ‘We will pledge the olive and fig groves and the inventory of oil to Zalman ben Zonah the moneylender. We will move to the land of Moab where there is meal and oil aplenty. Ben Zonah will make an arrangement with his correspondent moneylender in Beit Baal-Peor and we will start our lives anew there.’ So, Naomi and their two sons followed Elimelech to Moab and the chief city of Beit-Baal-Peor. Landless again, Elimelech employed the skills he honed in Bethlehem to purchase the choicest olives on.