"So you owe me nothing. On the other hand, if you'd like to tell me more about Mary Jamieson, I'm all ears. I confess I find her a fascinating woman."...he flushed. "Please, Paul. That just makes it worse."I took her hands in mine. "I'm sorry. I'll listen quietly."She was quiet for a minute as though marshalling her words. "Although I come from up North, there's more than a hint of Spanish blood in me. Family tradition has it that it was a ship from the Armada... Whatever the origin, I've always. Clair did notice that and he always told her that his leg had gone to sleep from sitting through the long sermon. Every Sunday after that, Paul and I fucked each other with our eyes and minds as we sat through one long drawn-out sermon after another. It was a good thing that I always read my husband’s sermons at home because otherwise I would never have been able to discuss them intelligently during coffee hour afterwards. I never heard a word of the sermon as it was being given. I don’t think. .."Turning back away from her, he hemmed, waving his hands in the airawkwardly. "I uhhh .... I thought it was time to get some contacts ....And uhhh... You're the first person to see it...." It was a bald-facedlie, but he hoped his embarrassment would cover any tell-tale signs thatZoie might catch. His eyesight had in fact been one of the first thingshe had tested his new app on. MasterApp. It seemed like his stumblingacross it on the dankest corner of the darkest web was going to be. WHY?... WHYYYYYYY?" So that I can kill you, slice you up, cook you and eat your steaks, obviously... you teasing little CUNT!... you fuckin WHORE!... Yeah, that's right, I'm gonna fuckin KILL YOU!"And with that, I vigorously concentrated my attention on pulverising my sister's insides, each punch going just that little bit deeper.It didn't take long for Lizzie to begin coughing up blood, a small cough to start then, before too long, she was heaving great gouts of the stuff into the bathwater.