I thought about giving her the plowing of her life. I knew it was wrong because her husband was laying in a hospital bed. Morning could not come fast ...nough, as the 7 am relief came I was quick to head for the elevator and to the parking garage. I called her number as I sit in my honda and she answers immediately. She said "come right over, I've been waiting."I drive up to a luxury gated community. The guard buzzes me in and I pull up to her Victorian style mansion. The front door was unlocked.. Soon it was time to leave. Jan showed us to the door.In parting, she said, "You are always welcome here, and I hope you three know how lucky you are."On the drive home, the girls both agreed that it had been a great evening.Linda said to me, "Did you get everything worked out to your satisfaction?"I said, "Yes, everything is set. I won't go into details, as I want some of it to be a surprise, and I am satisfied with all the arrangements. We will be married on January 12th in the Bahamas."Susan. She was finding it difficult to keep her balance and it was then that I detected a smell of alcohol. She’d obviously had a bit too much to drink and was a little tipsy. As well as the smell of alcohol I detected a musty and pungent smell of sex that wafted over from where she was sitting. I immediately developed a hard-on. She lifted the duvet, crept into bed and covered herself with the duvet. By now I was fully awake and rampant. I reached out and run my hand along her body and felt her bra. A gentle smile. A questioning look. A first innocent meeting. He was lucky. The knife had told him so. He had found his Purpose in life. A Purpose he was good at it. And better yet, he liked it. His attention was drawn back to the bloody, abused girl in his hands. He carried her by the throat back through the door and down the rickety basement steps. Her fingers were digging into his hands, nails drawing bloody furrows, her bare feet were kicking at his legs. He didn’t feel it. All he felt was.