How would he kill her? Jessica shuddered and thought he might pick strangulation. It was so easy to imagine. Jessica forced to lie prone on the floor,... Ricardo’s knees digging into her back, his incredibly powerful hands at her throat. He’d work the bruising of her neck tissues for a long time, trying not just to kill her but to humiliate her. Jessica’s eyes went wide in the darkness. Would he mount and fuck her as he choked her? What could be more humiliating than that? Yes, Ricardo’s ultimate. Aha! The puppy that didn’t bark. There was no longer a Dixie Wexler in my life. No one lurking, lurking, in my subconscious.Okay, I had to admit that the average Kansas City gal probably didn’t feel relief that no one was out there scheming to kill her. Hmm ... could this be ... like normal?Excrementum equorum.Back in my outlaw days, back when I was swamping around in that Macklin pharmaceutical morass, I’d had an inkling of a Greta Gunther idea. A glimmer. That bitch had sent Dixie Wexler to. I will have that image in my head for a long long time, and it will sustain me until I can return for another session with K and explore further.After a break we settled down in foursomes for a series of naked massage periods. 6 hands on each body for a short massage offering whatever the recipient wanted. Gentle stroke... play... sensuous... restful... voluptuous were words I heard used to make the call to our three givers of massage. Eventually oiled, rested, sexy, satisfied, each of us. I smiled; she had tricked me, and had now come around to gloat just a little.“Yes, yes. You got me,” I smiled, nodding.“I did, I really did,” Lupe giggled, touching my arm, “Were you shocked when you saw it wasn’t me with Mr Dubois?”I had to explain to Lupe it had taken me quite a while to figure that out, what with Earl completely blocking my view, and the almost constant noise of the torrential rain on the roof impairing what I could hear. I also explained how Izzy had stopped by my room.