Prologue
He looked at her nude beauty and then at the black lace panties and grinned. "Put 'em on," he ordered.
"Please, mister, don't kill me, I'll give you money."
He laughed as his hands switched from kneading to squeezing her breasts. She tried butting his chest with her elbows. He laughed louder and his hands moved up and circled her throat. He started squeezing. "You know me," he muttered, "you recognized me, I can tell, and we can't have that. Sorry, baby, but you have to die. You see, there are so many more women on my list I have to take care of...."