.. the governments they worked for didn't trust them enough to justify letting them live. So I killed them. Me. Their blood is on my hands, because th...e responsibility was mine and the decision was mine to enforce. I don't let other people do my dirty work." You didn't have to kill them." Isabeau said faintly."No, I didn't." I agreed. "I suppose I could have let them go; let them collect their money and escape to some other country. But what about the damage they caused, the lives they destroyed. Course I won't tell her that I rang to ask her husband round for a fuck.." she adds, mischievously.With that I drop the receiver and call my wife, Pat, to the phone. As she starts to natter away to her 'friend', I indicate that I'm off to take the dog out for a walk.My knees are trembling in anticipation as I walk up the road to her house. In addition to the excitement, guilty thoughts are rushing through my head, Why do I do this? It's not that I don't love my wife, I do, but ever since we. -So we of course became very close friends very fast but never actually had sex , we just felt we're friends, she even introduced me to her mother, so i would go to her place and stay over for long periods of time just hanging out , watching movies online or whatever.-Her mom even trusted me so much that sometimes she would go out and leave us both alone in the house.-After we finished high school we stayed friends but we didn't see each other as often as we used to, but she told once that she. That's why I stopped and asked you to have a burger with me. You can get out right now and that'll be cool." She held up the money. "Or we can talk about how you can make a lot of money. A lot more than this." Brittany put the bill in Janice's hand. "What would I have to do?" "Things that girls do for their boyfriends. Have you ever had a boyfriend that you did things for?" "No," Janice said, blushing. "Boys don't seem that interested in me." "That's because their in high school,".