"What was I to do. I'd been a wife for 30 years with no job or money. My parents lived in another city and my sister was married and living abroad. I ...ad no real friends. My husband and children had been my life. If I went back to my parents I'd never see my children again. There had to be something I could do. Just then my husband came back into the kitchen. I told him this had to stop, that he couldn't do this to me. He left again and I heard him go upstairs. After awhile he returned with two. From the neck down, she was a pretty Ukrainian schoolgirl taking a peaceful nap. Vitali then climbed off the bed, walked around beside Alina’s strangled corpse and pulled her mini-dress down to mid-thigh.“Don’t want Muscovite police to get a free peek of pussy that belongs to us,” Vitali said with a cruel laugh.He paused a minute to gaze at his handiwork. Both women were flat on their backs with the bound arms disappearing underneath. Alina’s eyes looked straight up at the white ceiling above. Are you good with that?" I asked."Sure I'm good with it. I can't run far or fast anyway," he said."She what kind of damage do you have?" I asked."Back, they fused several of my vertebrae and I have PTSD," he said matter of factly."Okay, well let me know if there is anything you need for the next few days," I said. I felt for him. I knew what chronic pain was like. Emotional problems, I had my share in the old life as well.At first I felt very lucky that the parking lot wasn't crowded, then I. "As I said," Jill smirked, "Why not?"Two martinis later, they had a semblance of a plan. They were no longer concerned about the possibility of their spouses finding out about their activity. As Jill put it, "He's not going to screw us silly; he's only going to show us his sizable weapon."To which Joan giddily added, "And jerk it off while we watch." Right," Jill said, and followed with, "Maybe we'll get to touch it." No way!" crowed Joan, who was beside herself with excitement, already.