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mean he can't take us." Megan grinned.
"Hmmph," Mirta grunted, but she smiled as she did. "So what do you want?"
"I really don't know," Megan replied. "Some simple panties, for God's sake. I'm just too clumsy with a needle to get the fine sewing for them."
"Easily done," Mirta said, then looked at her. "I saw what you were trying to do with the other outfit. I have some ideas. I don't know if you'll like them."
"As long as it . . ."
"Pleases Paul." Mirta grinned evilly. "Yes, I think it will. Do you want me to do it?"
"Please," Megan said. "How do I repay you?"
"Oh, you already have," Mirta replied calmly. "Although breaking the bitch's neck and boiling her in oil would have been preferable."
"Once you break the neck, they don't feel the oil," Megan pointed out. "Details. You have to decide."
Mirta shrugged. "Okay, just lowering her into a vat of acid."
"What?" Megan said, frozen.
"I said . . ."
"Yeah, okay," Megan replied, her mind racing. "I guess I'll get them in a few days?"
"That