get it done quickly. Suddenly, the little hood, his mouth oozing spittle in fear, turned and bolted for the door. My arm came up and flashed down, and silvery death flipped through the air before burying itself to the hilt in the back of his neck. And like the coward he was, who preferred to prey on women and little children, he died, almost instantly, with a horrible shriek.

After checking my work, to insure that the dead wasn't about to rise, I went over and ungagged the now hysterical Chrissy. For several minutes, the both of us just sat and cried out our emotions. Her warm tears coursing with mine over my heaving breast. Then I found my bra and slip, and in a moment of female ingenuity, took the red checkered tablecloth and fashioned myself an off-the-shoulder dress of sorts. Then I hustled Chrissy out to the car and raced to the nearest phone.

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"Operator, give me 687-5678 collect, and hurry... hello, Mr. Emanon Alicia... we're safe. . yes . . . I'll tell you later . . . got to get the police.. no, she isn't hurt . . . me, I'm okay. . . but you owe me a new dress... the ruined my best one . . . no, I'm not a silly girl . . . well, I guess I am . . . who else but a woman would think of clothes at a time like this...

The police were called, and I attempted to retell them the story of the terrifying events of the past few hours. We went back to the scene of the crime, and I explained the action that had taken place, careful to stress my abuse and not mentioning the fact that I had buried the knife into his back from clear across the room. I didn't want the police to think that I had the abilities that I did. Before I had left, I had inserted a kitchen knife in the wound left by my bayonet. I had no desire to try to explain why I was in possession of such a weapon. My explanation and a few tears, very real from the emotions that I had been through, satisfied the police, and they made us comfortable at the local hotel in town for the night. Also they were kind enough to provide us both with nighties and a skirt and sweater to take the place of my tablecloth sarong.

Everyone was extremely kind to us and the night's sleep plus a before bed nightcap with the police lieutenant helped to calm us all. I found my purse and knitting bag in the hoodlums car, so that I had my makeup for the following day. The police were rather overzealous in their selection of clothes and I found that the sweater was quite revealing of the curves of my figure. But I was rather secretly pleased

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