"I-I don't know why. Doesn't it hurt? It has to hurt." Her voiced had dropped several registers, and her body had slackened a bit, but her eyes belied... an internal fear. I continued, "I will never do anything to hurt you." We both held silent for a few seconds. I think I had convinced her. "I trust you." The corners of her mouth rose, not as far as they would for a smile, perhaps just out of nervousness. "Are you going to stick it in me like that, or should we use something-something to, uh,. “Oh, I’m not with the DEA, they would be much too lenient with you. I’m just a private citizen who doesn’t like scumbags who abuse women, and I’m going to hang both of you,” I told them. I had only intended to tie them up, but seeing the young woman had pissed me off, and I felt they needed a stronger lesson which would be a warning to others. As expected they both tried to shoot me, but I had cast the ammunition spell as a precaution before entering the house, so their guns didn’t fire.Their. At the appropriate time the neighbors wished me luck and I walked back to Margaret’s house. I stood on the porch in front of her door with a bottle of wine in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Margaret had been very vague about the details of what she had planned and this left me with no idea of what to expect. After minutes of nerve wracking indecision, I finally decided to follow Lady Macbeth’s advice to ‘screw your courage to the sticking-place,’ and rang the doorbell. 'Make sure he wears a condom', she said, 'there is a packet in the drawer in the bedside cabinet', she continued, as she handed me the key.Her eyes softened and she smiled, 'Thanks for taking care of him', she said softly.Joe was mum's older brother who had an accident in his early life, and mum took it upon herself to look after him.Over the years Joe's lack of contact with people, left him bereft of female company, and by the time he was nearing his twenties and mum was in her early teen,.