Taking me across her knee, pulling up my designer dress and dragging down my pantyhose, Alejandra would use my mother’s old hairbrush to make me squ...al as my butt surged in pain.Then Alejandra would order me to strip and I would have to clean my apartment, and then hers—provided free by the building—in the nude, as she kept me bouncing with the vacuum with a bit of bamboo cut from the RomanCrest back yard.And then Alejandra and her husband, Santiago would order me to service them both before. "Maybe she's not home?" Michael asked."Oh, she's here... I can feel her. She coming towards the door now." Alex replied.I'll have to ask her to teach me how to do that. He thought, lowering his shades to prepare. On the other side of the door, Michael could hear three locking mechanisms turn and watched the door open slowly. The lady that stood before them was obviously getting ready for a date.She was wearing a light-blue sun dress that fit her form quite well. Her jet black hair fell down. The masked man watches the clock on the wall and when ten minutes have elapsed from when he first started to turn the butterfly screw he gives it one last twist and stands back. As her throat is totally crushed the prisoner’s body stiffens and tenses and she appears to try and stand up. Death spasms rack her body. Then suddenly it is over. Smith slumps down in the chair, face now almost purple, eyes bulging as if on stalks and her tongue swollen and puffed protrudes from her drooling. Looks like I'm on my own, then. Battling back the urge to launch a tiradeof four-letter words at her, I trawl the deepest reaches of my memory fora civil yet appropriately contemptuous riposte."If you say so," is what eventually surfaces."There's no need to pull a face like you've just swallowed a bluebottle,sweetheart. Your name only came up after I happened to mention that as Ihoped to do a spot of amateur sleuthing while I was here, it would be niceif I could hire a trusty sidekick to help.