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sister-in-law will bleed!”
    It was several moments before Kathy could speak. “As I said, I will thank this man, this Ira. And...and...then I will crawl to you. Naked and on my knees I will crawl to you Abul. I will ask you to feel me...to feel my naked body. I will kneel between your legs and beg you to permit me to...to...taste you, to suck your...your cock.”
    “You will call me ‘husband’ and take me to your bed, and then...?”
    “Yes, I will call you husband. I will invite you to the bed I once shared with...with...Jeff. I will make myself pretty for you...cosmetics, and perfume. I will rub my body with oil and wear a provocative gown and the shoes you like...the high heels. I will tease you. Make love to you. I will beg you...there in the place where my husband and I first made love, I will beg you to...to fuck me...to fuck my ass.”
    “Yes, that’s better. Will you thank me for taking your husband’s life so that you can give yourself to me? Tell me like you mean it and with a show of affection. Make me believe you or...” He pointed to the cell phone.
    Into Kathy’s mind flashed a vision of Mary Margaret, tied to the whipping post. She wet her lips, “Yes, I will thank you.” She placed her hand on top of his and leaned toward him so that her breast was pressed against his arm. “I will thank you for doing what you had to do so that I might become your woman.”
    “And then...?”
    Kathy thought for a moment trying to imagine what else he wanted to hear. She reached up to touch his leering face, “Later, after you have cum...after you have cum deep inside my...my ass, I will lie awake while you sleep. I...I...will look at you and be grateful that you have...have...made it possible for...for us to be there.....in bed...close together like a husband and wife. And...and looking at you beside me, I will be grateful that you have taken me as your woman.” She saw that he was not quite satisfied. “As you are sleeping, I will lean over you and gently brush my lips against yours and whisper that...that...I love you.”
    Abul nodded. He released her and slumped back in his seat. Soon, he was snoring again.

Chapter Two - Homecoming
    A long black Lincoln Town car met them at the Pittsburgh airport. They waited while several trunks were loaded into it. The driver, a small thin wiry black man joined them. His head was shaved. A large gold earring pierced his right earlobe. His full lips stretched over a mouth that was too wide for his thin face. His teeth, like Abul’s, were broken and yellow. He wore a crisp white shirt open at the neck and black trousers. Apparently, he and Abul had met before. They shook hands, then Abul turned to Kathy. “This,” he said, “is our driver who comes from Burundi.” The driver stared impassively at Kathy. Abul watched for a moment, then continued, “A few years ago he was a soldier patriot and well known. It is believed he hacked to death more than two hundred of his country’s civilian enemies.” Abul chuckled. “Most of them were at their prayers and the others were sleeping. Is that not right, Uzetta?” Abul clapped the driver on the shoulder and laughed.
    The driver said nothing; He had not taken his eyes from Kathy. She turned away. She had a feeling Abul was lying.
    Abul smiled at Kathy. “Mr. Satomi, your own benefactor, arranged for Uzetta to escape when the United States aggression began in his country. He owes his life to Mr. Satomi, just as you do.” The trunks had been loaded into the limousine. Abul continued, “Of course, he hates all Americans.” He turned her to face the driver. “You, Mrs. Ryan, will address him as Mr. Uzetta.” Kathy nodded. The driver’s eyes were hard and bright. He stared at her, she thought, with the cold, unblinking concentration of a snake.
    Abul indicated she was to sit alone on the back seat. He sat facing her. When they were settled, he said, “Tell him how to get to our house.” His phrase “our house”