Kill them all. Spare the women. We know that they’re chattel, anyway, have no say in the despicable policies of the regime. Then wipe out the entire...Saudi military presence in Yemen. All of it. I want that war over. The Saudis and their proxies deserve to lose it and may that finally put an end to such a mess.“Then wipe out what’s left of ISIS and Al Qaeda in Syria and Iraq. I want them done. Period. Over. I want that war over with at last. Spare only those with halos over their heads. Kill all. Yesterday I called them to come over” she explained.“Priya. I made them take shower and freshen up. They will not smell of cow dung and grass” Swati assured me.I still could not believe. “You mean you were getting fucked by them and no one in village knows?” I asked.Swati laughed.” Priya, may be they know but pretend not knowing ““No, Memsaheb, if her Dad comes to know he will kill us, our families, so we don’t talk.” Chandu moaned.“OK, Priya, I leave you in their hands, Enjoy, I will prepare. " Four or fivenights a week, he would go to Janice's and commiserate with her overher failed marriage and the psychological damage that had been done toher. These were almost like therapy sessions as they analyzed Janice'smarriage and her feelings, and Terry assured her that she was stillbeautiful and perfectly sane and hadn't deserved the abuse andrejection she had received. Occasionally, they'd go to a movie or arestaurant, or Janice would prepare a meal for them. Terry was alwaysthe perfect. James agreed, the sexy smile on his wife’s beautiful face certainly implied that it would be well worth his while driving. When Valentines day came along Helen told James that she had booked at table for them both at the Crosspool Tavern, a local carvery were the lovers had spent many a happy evening sharing a meal together. Once the pair had returned from work Helen started on the next part of her plan which was to look as similar to what she looked like when she was a teenager when they first.