I sighed. I hadn’t even touched her with the knife yet.“Are you ready to listen yet, whore?” I moved the knife around in my hand.“Y-yes, yes.....” she wailed, tears pouring from her eyes. “Good. I don't like to do it, but I am prepared to kill you anytime. You make sure to remember that.” “O,god...” she was still sobbing, “W-why me? God why would do this?”“You know damn well!” I rose my voice in anger, “you and your pathetic friends have made my life miserable FOR YEARS. YOU EVEN FUCKING PLANNED. He had been the valedictorian of our graduating class, so we had recently spent a bit of time together to get our speeches coordinated.“Hi, Johanna,” he said.“Hey,” I responded.“I ran into your mother in town the other day. She told me where you’re going to college. We’re going to be classmates again.”I almost said, “That’s nice,” but I didn’t want to lie, so I kept working. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other.“I thought your salutatorian address was brilliant,” he said after moment. ”“Thank you,” he said, then paused, “David.”“OK, see you tomorrow then, around nine thirty?”“Nine thirty it shall be.”True to his word, peter was there at dead on nine thirty the following morning, in a minibus rather than a town car.He was accompanied by his wife Svetlana, who was as small as he was big, I doubt if she was even five foot tall, and his three children. Pyotr, the eldest was about twelve or thirteen, and the two girls seven year old twins Tanya and Anya. Our introductions done,. Besides, that makes it a hotter reading don’t you think?I was pleased and admittedly surprised at his efforts to make the house that he was renting so presentable in honor of my visit. All those years of nagging about cleaning his room must have actually gotten through! We had wine with the pizza, a good Vapoliccelli I bought on the way from the train station. After dinner I told David I had bought a present for him, as well as something for myself, at Bloomingdale’s. When your husband is a.