Roberto told me that he was 42 (I am 48) and that he worked as a nurse at a local hospital. We chatted a little about my safety/health concerns. He as...ured me, as a health care worker, that he was clean and as for safety, he gave me his real name and the hospital he worked at if I wanted to confirm that he wasn’t some psycho. I gave him credit for his openness. We exchanged pics and he really put on the full court press to meet. I was still a little concerned and begged off and asked if I could. From the way Emma had described his obsession with that style of love-making that most of the girls hated to engage in because it caused a degree of pain as well as pleasure; she knew it would be an experience she would be unlikely to forget. She had been particular careful in her toilet making sure everything was pristine for the project, but her stomach kept churning in anticipation of her face-down performance for the well-endowed young man.The pair of them stood up in the tub and invited. .right?I get out of the car, straighten out my clothes, and start walking into the bar, hoping no one sees me. Also thinking what a a bit ironic it would be seeing a middle age women, wearing my typical conservative work clothes of a knee length gray plaid skirt, cream colored button front blouse, sensible black flats, and pearls walking into a place like this.Just get the smokes and head home to the family I tell myself as I enter the bar. It's a Tuesday afternoon, and the place is dark, and. Hit the button and it sends a signal to the other. One beep - come. Two beeps - come running. And so forth.”“Well, don’t call him now. I suspect he might be cranky.”Again, Roger smiled. “He might not be the only one.” He had seen Margaret’s actions, also.“What did you mean, you ‘took them out’?”Silently, he reached behind his back again. This time he pulled out a small automatic pistol. “I took them out.” He put the gun back in its holster.“You killed them?” she asked incredulously. Roger.