My father went back to his city after the divorce. He again got married there. I didn’t go with dad, as I wanted to be with my mo. My father was als... not much interested in taking me with him. That happened some five-years back. Mother didn’t marry again; perhaps she didn’t want to; though I would not say that she was leading a life of celibacy. Time and again, she had had her affairs, but none of them materialize into marriage. Thursday night we were busy preparing for our trip. I was so. Kitty had always been a looker, but one bound up in slightly too much clothing. She didn't mind wearing a clingy skirt or blouse, but if she did, she would inevitably wear a jacket, scarf, or frilly something to obscure her form. She let it be known that she had the right curves; she just didn't let you appreciate them fully. Irritating, actually.For that matter, she wore too much makeup. It's not like she was trying to portray the image of a very attractive but modest housewife; she fully. "She ordered a passenger at gunpoint, who duly dropped his pocket-watch into the sack."Come on, sugar, mama doesn't have all day."She turned her pistol onto the woman beside the man, who nervously dropped her pearl necklace into the sack.She walked up the whole carriage, taking everyone's valuables and monies.She finally came to the last row of seats."What's ya name, sweetheart?"She asked a pretty looking woman who was shaking nervously in her seat."J.. Jessica..."Her lip trembled as she. Stephen Hastings," the smaller man said. "I was very young when they killed my father. Without his protection, the state turned my mother out into the streets and she soon died, working in a factory for the meager meals it provided us. I vowed then that I would get my revenge on Hastings and those abominations who act as his bodyguards,. Now that time has come. When I discovered that you had offered Ms. Duras a job, I knew I had the perfect bait for this little trap, so I let her 'accidentally'.