I nervously glanced over to my brother before looking away again. I could have sworn I heard him mutter something along the lines of "planning on doin... just that" but I couldn't be sure.After we had set up the makeshift ring Sam told me what was on the line with this match."So Jenny o' bitchy sister of mine, the loser of this match becomes the slave of the winner for the rest of their life or until the winner gets bored," Sam said. I couldn't help it I grinned like an idiot as I thought I had. We would go shoe shopping and then have wonderful sex afterward and I would pretend I was Carrie Bradshaw. He was happy to accompany me to the pedicure salon. Although I did attempt to master the footjob (made difficult and frustrating by my tendency to get foot cramps), Siggy did not require any attention to his fetish that I was not comfortable with. I began to find that, though they were quite ’90s, I kind of liked the look of the anklets and toe rings he gifted me with. And I was. They didn’t teach us self defense, they taught us how to kill and survive against all odds.”“I’m glad you and Crystal came to see me today. I’ll be sure and tell my wife about both of you ... and that you took care of a lot of those who killed our boy over there.”“I’d go back and kill some more if they’d let me. But the politicians are fighting the wars now. We’ll be there as long as there’s sand in the dessert. We’ll never win a war by occupying a country, then fighting in self defense to stay. Very good money. He was a good lover... though Janine sometimes wished he would be more adventurous. He was always home on time. He was never on the road for business trips. And he even helped with the housework. The only negative thing was that he would not tell his bride where he worked.Janine decided she could live with that one imperfection... but her mother couldn’t. “He might be some mob hitman for all you know!” her mother hissed one day.“If so,” Janine replied calmly, “all of his hits.