. WATCH THE ROAD, DUMMY. The passengers are your responsibility. Remember ... everyone else on the road is a homicidal maniac ... they want to kill yo... ... some of them don't mind dying doing it.Manchester to Boston, 70 miles more or less. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading. She was on time. Good girl!I went to the door and opened it. Standing there in a simple summer dress she was a picture of a wanton little minx, cute face with a sexy smile, almost not daring to make eye contact. I stood aside and beckoned her into the room‘Come in Rebecca.’She walked past me into the sitting room looking around at the luxury. I closed the door and turned the lock. I came up behind her and put my arms around her, one across her breasts and the other down into her crotch.‘Time to. Before I could move or turn away she stood up, water cascading over her breasts, and started soaping herself."See if you can find the janitor, Joe, get him to turn the heat up. I'm not coming back to this hotel again."I swam off, stroking hard out into the lake, trying to work off some energy, trying not to think about the way her breasts had looked, stippled with gooseflesh, the nipples peaked and tempting. I rolled onto my back and drifted, staring up as the sky lost color and the brighter. Burt was practically crying."As well he might. Fontina had a well-established reputation for killing.Including, and this was a sobering memory, killing the whole families ofa few people! I had better look those cases up in the paper to makesure. It seemed incredible. Wouldn't the police have caught him forthat?"It's ridiculous," I said again. "I make a decent living, and we couldtake another mortgage on our house, but we would raise maybe a couple ofhundred thousand at the very most. I imagine.