She knew they would eventually run out of protests and curses and indignation, and then there might be a chance for reason and explanation. It took a ...hile, but eventually both men sat silent, brooding, and then cursed again when they realized that their coffee had gone cold."Damn it all to hell. Give me a minute to call room service and get some hot coffee up here. Then tell me again why the elders insist that we must expose ourselves like sacrificial lambs to this Russian bastard!" Steve. I look out of the broken back porch door, into the small yard and alley way where honey suckles grow wild and taste better than white sugar. The bathtub sits in the yard filled with brown water and algae. Goldfish swim in that porcelain pond. In the bathroom upstairs half the wall is gone. I see the innards of housing, two by fours and wires and broken off sheet rock. She pees in the toilet and I can not wait any longer so I pee in the bathtub while sitting on the edge of it like it is one big. "What the hell," I cried as I saw cousin enter the bathroom."Sorry, sorry," he said. He didn't really sound all that sorry. "I really need to pee. You been in here so long I can't wait." Fine," I huffed. "Just hurry up." I could see him peeking through the translucent shower curtain and knew he really just wanted to see me naked. It gave me a warm tingling feeling in the pit of my stomach that he wanted me. I watched him walk past the shower to the toilet were he finally turned his head away. The whore’s eyes bulged out to stare directly into mine as she couldn’t help but swing back to me. I delivered the second blow on the volley; a powerful right hook to her left side that cracked, I’m sure, a few ribs. My fists pounded her body eight or nine more times, pulverising her guts and smashing in her ribcage and rupturing her tits. Blood and bile rose up in her mouth and overflowed past her ball gag to drip down her chin. She was in the last throes of life, and I let her be, in order.