I looked at my watch. Just about 3 AM. Being who I am, I naturally check the weather forecast for the time of sunrise. I had about three hours.The car...wasn't like my van, now parked in a Federal parking lot in DC. That I could have climbed in and simply pulled the curtains. Here, it appeared my only option would be to crawl into the trunk and lock it. Fat chance. With my luck someone would pop it open at high noon, leaving me a small pile of dust. So I needed to catch a ride.That didn't look. And everything that happens in this alley belongs to you.Like a Lord of the World, Laurie strode, heels clicking, into a dark alley reeking of wet garbage and urine.At fifteen steps a large dark shape lunged. It clamped one hand over her mouth and nose. It pushed her head against the brick wall. It held a knife to her belly. It crushed all the breath out of her so that even if her mouth hadn’t been welded shut by she wouldn’t have had the air to scream.Oh God Oh God Oh God please I’m going to. And don't think I don't know who you really are. I know and,because of that, I know you will take much pleasure in this. But I alsoknow what you have done to the Baron's family, his sister and even theiryoung children. Sally was only seven years old. Rufus was nine. Shotright in front of their mother. Whoever killed them," Greta looked intoNatalia's eyes with a knowing smile, "Is an absolute monster. What sortof moral high ground does this person think they have over us now?" That person. “So, Ana darling, would you let me try to convince him to fuck me?” She opened her nice eyes.I nodded yes, but the only condition was I had to be present there to watch; no matter if hidden…We arranged everything for the next week end, when Peter would be out of the town and Victor would be at home for sure. The date would be at her home, at her marital bed. She was such a bitch!. The next Saturday night I was watching TV with Victor at home, when Cecilia called. My husband picked up the phone.