Put them on. We will help you. You will need someone to help youdress, with your corset certainly." No!" I cried, and then howled again as I received ...wo strokes of therod, this time on my thighs. Whimpering, I reached out to the women'sclothing and shuddered. I knew how women dressed, of course. I wasmarried to Catherine, and I had seen various strumpets in differentstates of undress. I had even helped more than a few to undress.Trembling I picked up a pair of drawers, pulled them onto my legs. Hunter was taking a slight chance with a few extra hours in London, but he judged the risk as negligible. He would look like an insurance investigator whose case had just closed. Besides he really couldn't leave London without buying underwear from Spenser & Marks.His bag with the bloody evidence was already being transferred from the dumpster to the dump truck as he walked back to the Tube station. He couldn't return to Paris through the Chunnel without clothes in his bag, else he would raise. I decided that it would be a bad idea to go to our local library, if what Remy said about the town protecting the couple was correct. I was sure they would not like my ‘noising around in their business’. It would probably cause a lot more trouble than it was worth. So I spent the day pouring through old newspaper articles on the microfiche machine. Reading the stories of disappearances that occurred during that time. Jotting down notes and looking through books on serial killers and why they do. John and Jillian got really serious. “We do not have any children. At first, we were both content with that. Now Jill says that she would like to have at least a couple of kids. Her mother is nagging Jill, her only child, about not having any grandchildren. We never told here that I was sterile.”Vi and I looked puzzled, “Why are you two bringing this up?” Viola asked.“You see, I am unable to get her pregnant. I am sterile. I waited too long to get treated when I got the clap.”John continued,.