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death, I have become Abul’s woman...Abul’s American whore.”
    His hand tightened painfully on her knee. “You do not say it with conviction. You do not say it as if you are pleased to be my woman. They sound like empty words. There is no affection.” He released her knee and glared at her, “The next time I ask you, I want to hear it. I want to hear in your voice that you are proud to belong to Abul,” he growled. Reclining his seat, he was soon snoring, his mouth open, his whiskey and garlic breath sickening her.
    My God, she thought, we are going back to where this horrible nightmare began. She glanced at Abul. This stinking, cruel foreigner will be in my home. He will sleep in the bed Jeff and I shared. I am to introduce him as my new husband. I am to spend fourteen nights in my own bed with this ugly man who hates me as much as I hate him! I will be forced to suck his rancid cock. I will be made to beg him to...to...fuck my ass.
    In the bed where I used to wake up in Jeff’s arms, the man who murdered my husband will now lie beside me. His snoring will fill my ears; his stench will fill my nostrils; his body will press against mine. In the nights, in the long never ending nights I will lie beside him...remembering my sweet husband and knowing the hateful man who shares my bed killed him. Even the idea of it was pushing her to the limit of what she felt she could endure. The reality of Abul in her bed assuming Jeff’s place might very well send her over the edge. I am now to pretend to be the wife of Abul...my God, she thought, ‘it is beyond imagining!’ Miko said Abul wants to show me off to his friends which means I’m to be given to them, made to suck their foul smelling cocks, made to offer my...my ass for them to fuck.
    What kind of people might Abul have associated with in Pittsburgh? The obvious answer terrified her. He would not know anyone except those who assisted him in planning the murder of her husband. Now, every passing minute was bringing her closer to those who helped Abul to kill poor Jeff. She was returning to the house she and Jeff shared. Accompanying her was the cowardly thug who brought about his death. For the next two weeks she would be the whore and the wife of her husband’s murderer! At night, in bed, her bare breasts against his chest, his wet mouth on her parted lips...his tongue! The thought of it wrenched her heart and brought a flood of tears to her eyes.
    When she felt Abul was soundly asleep, she pulled her skirt down to her knees. She tried to think of something positive. There was nothing. The best she could do was the fact that Abul was wearing shoes so she didn’t have to look at his repulsive feet. Kathy dozed for half an hour before she was awakened by a painful jab from Abul’s elbow. “Fix your mouth,” he demanded. “I told the crew you would suck them off.”
    “Please, Abul, you can’t mean it. Here? The crew?” Kathy looked at him in disbelief.
    Abul chuckled, “Your new husband takes pleasure in seeing his American wife kneel before other men and take their pricks into her pretty mouth.” He grabbed her upper arm and squeezed. “It isn’t like you never sucked cock before. It’s one of the things you were trained to do at the facility.” He let go of her and grinned. “How many pricks have you sucked in the last six weeks, Mrs. Ryan?”
    “She turned her head away from him, “I...I...don’t remember,” she whispered.
    “Make up your face and do what you’re told, you bitch!” he said. With trembling fingers, Kathy applied fresh lipstick and gloss. When she finished, Abul pressed a button at his armrest. The aisle between the spacious leather seats was wide. Abul pointed to it. “Kneel,” he said. “Open your blouse. Abul’s wife must make it easy for the men she services to play with her titties.”
    Kathy got to her knees and unbuttoned her blouse. Abul signaled the cockpit again. After a few moments, the grey haired pilot, whose