Our eyes seemed to connect immediately. Certainly, more than was socially acceptable. As I sat down and was handed the menu, she asked me if I’d car... to join them. She didn’t think I should be eating alone. Without looking at her husband, I accepted.As I moved over to their table, quick introductions were made. Her name was Terri and her husband was named Paul. He shook my hand at the introduction but it was less than impressive. Men in my profession typically are alpha’s and have very strong. ...let anyone but Paul see me like.......like this...."I took her fingers in mine and kissed them, then her lips, then knelt before her, my face close to her wonderful breasts. I breathed on their tips and saw her nipples harden through the silk. I drew each nipple in turn into my mouth, lightly flicking my tongue over its tip as my hand gently cupped its soft round body. I felt Penny tremble.She placed a single finger under my chin, tipping my face towards hers."Not here." She whispered. "Come. And more towels strewn about on the floor, stiff with what I knew had to be dried blood. And in the middle of the table itself, mostly covered by yet another towel, was my poor cat, unmoving."Oh," burst out of me inadequately. I stopped dead still for a moment and stared.What in God's name had I done?Last night's dream flooded back to me. It had all seemed so vivid. Somehow I must have started sleepwalking, and got up and grabbed the cat and put him on the table and——and cut him up and killed. At fifteen her first opportunity arose. His name was Jason and he cut her lawn. He was biddable. Jeanne didn’t know what a huge advantage that would be…how much she’d wish for that in her future…Jason was sixteen and just trying to make a few bucks after school. Jeanne didn’t know that her mother had hired anyone to cut the lawn until one day while her parents were out at a dinner party for the whole afternoon and evening, Jeanne decided (like she did every night) that she would have to find a.