“Maybe you should be the prize for the winner John, if I win then I get to fuck you.”, “well let’s wait and see Angela, if you are good enough... to beat Linda you may well get your wish, but if you lose Linda may well have other plans for you.”We separated just in time before I made an attempt to kiss those lovely sweet lips of hers and I returned to Linda who was lying on the bed nude resting.”What did the fucking slut want”, said Linda. I told her of Angela’s plan for the prize, being me, Linda. ”“My lips are sealed. You have any suggestions about gifts?” I asked.I really didn’t know Beth anymore. I was okay with that. I really wanted to get on with my life and wanted her to get on with hers.“I’ve got Beth handled,” Mel said smugly.That worried me. When your girlfriend says that she has your ex-wife handled, that can’t be a good thing. It usually involves a shovel, a lot of bleach and a solid alibi. She saw the look on my face and laughed.“You worry too much. When we get off the phone,. She left today's panties in my mailbox as usual then returned to her house. I waited as usual in my recliner for her nightly show to begin. Instead of just watching when she entered her room I waved at the window, She moved towards the window and saw the rope connecting our houses. I pointed at the canvas bag. She opened her window and looked inside. She got a huge grin as she found her present. She quickly sat in her chair and fired up her toy. She didn’t sit long. The second head would not. Several seconds later, the man still hadn't stirred and she staggered to unbolt the door and call for help. Harry and another man swept into the room and surveyed the carnage."Get Mason," Harry instructed his colleague, bending down to examine the fallen trader.As her anger subsided, Grace observed for the first time the unnatural angle of the man's head. Her worst fears were confirmed when Harry confirmed that the man was dead."He was hurting Sierra," Grace protested vehemently. "He attacked.