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Chapter 30

        Elizabeth blew a New Year's Eve noisemaker at Russell who was
wearing large 2002 sunglasses.

        "Happy New Year!", she yelled as she gulped a glass of champagne.

        "It seems so wrong to do this at ten o'clock in the morning.", said
Russell before sipping his champagne.

        "It's 2002 somewhere."

        They had decided to celebrate early since her procedure was that
night.  She relished drinking alcohol while pregnant knowing in a few hours
it really wouldn't matter.  Russell limited his intake to stay focused.
 Since returning from Pomona he had worked at a clinic in San Jose because
he needed the practice.

        Elizabeth poured herself another glass and sat in Russell's lap,
kissing him.

        "Russell.  2001 has been the best year of my life."

        "Mine too."

        "No.  1984 was the best year of your life because you took care of
that little Belgian bitch.  For me!  It was 2001.  I met you.  I got
pregnant and in a few hours I'll get unpregnant.  I graduated from
Stanford, with highest honors.  I got a job.  I bought my first car.  And
we had anal sex."

        "You're drunk.  You need to lay off the champagne otherwise it
won't be safe for me to perform the abortion."

        "And I'm never having anal sex again.", she yelled.

        "I tried to warn you."

        "It felt so good when you examine me and put your finger in there.
 It didn't feel good when you put your dick there."

        "Like I said."

        "But I can say I've done it."

        Russell took the glass away from Elizabeth.

        "Hey, I was drinking that."

        He set the glass down and picked Elizabeth up like a sack of
potatoes and headed upstairs.

        "Oh good, you're going to rape me."  She then started shouting
"Rape!  Rape!" loudly.  He dropped her into bed.

        "Get some sleep."

        "Aren't you going to fuck me good night?"

        "No, your vagina is closed today."

        She covered her eyes with her arm.  After a few seconds she quietly
said, "I shouldn't have drunk all that champagne."

        "Really?"

        "I'm a lightweight."

        "Get some sleep.  I'm going to get you some Gatorade.  I'm worried
about dehydration."

        Around 4:45 a groggy Elizabeth hobbled down the stairs.  She sat
down on the sofa next to Russell.

        "Are you okay?"

        "Yeah."

        "Have you vomited?"

        "No.  Should I?"

        "No.  Let me pour you some Gatorade."

        "Can I eat anything?"

        "You can eat anything you want since I obviously can't use general
anesthesia on you.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to get a local either."

        She waved her hands.

        "I didn't want one anyway.  I want to feel everything."

        "The only discomfort will be when I dilate your cervix.  The
procedure itself is painless."

        "How much will it actually hurt?"

        "Imagine your worse menstrual cramp and multiply it by fifty."

        "I eat pain for breakfast."

        "We'll see."


Chapter 31

        By 8:30 Russell had Elizabeth prepped.  She had resumed shaving her
pubic area.  While she was in the gyno chair he gave her a very clean
shave.  Elizabeth being Elizabeth made a crack about her pussy resembling
Maria's nearly everyday.  He was starting to regret ever having told her
that story.  But it was that story that brought them so close.

        Russell slowly inserted a speculum.  Using a clamp he inserted a
tablet into her cervix.  He removed the speculum, helped Elizabeth out of
the stirrups and adjusted the chair so she was horizontal.

        "This is the hard part.  You have to lie here and wait.  In about
fifteen minutes you'll start feeling cramping.  This is your cervix
opening."

        "Okay."

        She smiled.

        Russell had adjusted the heater.  While he was clothed, she
insisted on being completely naked.  He had never noticed just how damp and
chilly his basement got because he never walked around naked.

        Shortly after nine she said, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."

        "Are you okay?"

        "Yeah!  I'm great."

        "You look great."

        "I feel like someone is in there prying me open."

        "Well, that's essentially what I'm doing."

        "Whose idea was this?"

        "Yours."

        "What the fuck was I thinking?"

        "Since you couldn't be aborted you wanted to have one."

        "I don't need a wiseass."

        About an hour later Russell had his speculum back inside of
Elizabeth.

        "You're dilating nicely."

        "Can you just do it?  Get it over with.  I can't wait until
midnight.  This sucks."

        He inserted a probe to help her cervix dilate manually.  She
screamed.

        "What the fuck are you doing?"

        "Trying to hurry it along.  I need another centimeter."

        "Oh fuck, this was a dumb idea."

        Russell watched Elizabeth grimace in pain.  He felt bad.  Helpless.
 Usually at the clinics they just put the women under.  It was much easier.
 He regretted not just pocketing a vial of local to use on Elizabeth.  Her
tears were real.

        "Russell.  Russell.  Make it stop.  I'm just going to carry the
baby, okay?  We'll get married, have this child, all of that."

        He looked up at the clock.  11:22.  He spun the stool around and
opened her up again with the speculum.  He had room.  He turned on the
suction and felt her abdomen again feeling for the fetus.  Or his own baby,
his own flesh and blood as he preferred to think of it.  He inserted the
tube into her.  The clear tube immediately filled with red fluid.  He moved
it around, keeping one eye on her cervix, the other on the contents.
 Convinced he removed everything he withdrew the tube and turned off the
suction.

        "Are you okay up there?"

        "Are you done?"

        He glanced up at the clock.  "I pronounce our baby dead at 11:29
Pacific standard time."

        "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to midnight."

        "I'm sorry I couldn't manage your pain."

        "No, no, it was a good pain.  I tried to imagine the pain Maria
felt as you raped her.  It kept me going."

        He continued to think the whole Maria thing was getting rather old.
 But he wasn't going to say anything.

        "Want to see our dead baby?"

        "Yes."

        He removed the reservoir from the suction and showed her.

        "That's it?"

        "That's it."

        "It looks like a smoothie.  A bright red smoothie."

        She took the container from his hand and swished it lightly.

        "Are those tiny chunks it?"

        "Yeah.  It's fetal tissue, the embryonic sac, your placenta."

        "I was hoping to see a dead baby like you see in those
anti-abortion pamphlets."

        "Those are from surgical abortions typically performed later in
pregnancy."

        "I wish we had been able to determine sex.  I hate calling this an
it.  I'd rather it have a name."

        "We could call it Chris or Sam or Pat or something."

        "I hate those names."

        "Let me help you up."

        Russell helped her off the chair.  Her legs buckled, more from
being in stirrups than from the procedure.  He helped her to the stairs.

        "I have to climb those?"

        "I can try to carry you."

        "No, I'll walk."

        "Can I get you a pad, you're bleeding and will be for days."

        She nodded "no".

        "I'll be fine."

        He was thinking more in terms of her not bleeding on his carpet.

        They slowly made it to the bedroom.  She climbed into bed.  He
kissed her and told her to get some rest.

        Russell quickly got back down to the basement to clean up.  He
turned on the TV waiting for the clock to strike midnight on the west
coast.  He picked up the reservoir containing his dead child with the
intent of drinking it when the hand hit 12.  He got a good whiff of it and
put it down, almost vomiting.  Instead he walked to the toilet, pissed into
the reservoir, and flushed the mess.


Chapter 32

        "Happy birthday."

        Russell kissed Elizabeth on the cheek.

        "Thanks."

        "I feel like we've been together forever, but this is the first
birthday we've celebrated together."

        "I hope you didn't spend a lot of me."

        "Technically I spent nothing."

        "Cheapskate."

        Russell cleared the table and unrolled a piece of paper.  Elizabeth
looked at it puzzled and asked if it was some bombing map from World War II.

        "No, it's a 1985 aerial view of my old neighborhood.  Finding it
was tough.  Getting someone to print it was tougher because they were
afraid of copyright problems."

        "Are these two Xs what I think they are?"

        "Yep."

        Russell next unrolled a clear mylar film that he overlaid on top of
the first.

        "You can see that house does in fact sit right where the tree was,
the one I showed you.  I got the floor plan for that house and it just so
happens the tree is in the master bedroom."

        "Oh, so whoever owned it before was fucking at a corpse rape site."

        "Yeah."

        "Why couldn't you have killed her there too?  That would have been
so awesome."

        "Sorry, I just wasn't thinking.  I didn't have my head on straight
that day."

        "Wow.  What great presents.  Thanks.", she said sarcastically.

        Russell then produce an envelope and handed it to her.  It wasn't
addressed, but had the name and address of a title company printed on it.
 She opened it and looked at the thick stack of papers.

        "You bought the house?"

        "I did."

        "I love you."

        He continued flipping through the pages.

        "Why is the buyer name Brain Rain, LLC?"

        "I told you I technically spent nothing.  One of my companies did."

        "One of your companies?  How many do you own?"

        "Four.  And anyone can own a company, it doesn't mean anything.  My
real company, the one that makes money is OVU.  It's a software development
company.  Unofficially that stands for ovary, vulva, and uterus.  But I
don't tell anyone that.  I designed the logo to look like a woman's
reproductive organs if you really look at it.  But it's not obvious."

        "And the others?"

        "They're shell companies.  I always figured it I needed to
disappear or go underground that would help."

        Elizabeth looked at him.  He continued.

        "My dad is very civic minded.  He goes to all the city council
meetings.  Had I bought the house in my own name, eventually the city clerk
would have mentioned it, and he'd wonder why I bought I house in the
neighborhood, ask if I was through being a hippie and ready to move back
and get a real job at one of the aerospace companies."

        "What a pain."

        "And while I'm being honest with you, I feel like I need to share
this with you."

        "What?"

        "It's about my net worth."

        "Russell, I'll still love you and want to be with you even if
you're broke."

        "No, it's not that.  At this very moment I'm worth about $709
million.  I was briefly a billionaire at one point, but the market tanked."

        She blinked at him.

        "Wow."

        "I just wanted you to know."

        She shrugged.

        "I'll love you even if you're rich.  Now when do we get to go check
out the house?"

        "Since you have Monday off for President's Day, I thought we could
leave early Saturday morning."

        "Okay."

        "But we'll need to take your car.  If my dad sees mine..."

        "He'll ruin our kinky weekend, I get it."


Chapter 33

        Elizabeth insisted on driving since it was her car.  They pulled
into the driveway.  Mysteriously the garage door opened.

        "Did you do that?"

        Russell held up the remote.

        "Pull in.  I don't want the neighborhood welcoming committee
dropping by."

        She goosed the accelerator and entered the garage way too fast, but
managed to stop in plenty of time.  He closed it.

        The house was sparsely furnished.  One of the spare bedrooms had a
bed.  The master had a fake tree in the center.  A fake bush stood in the
living room.  The entire house had heavy curtains that were drawn requiring
the use of lights even though it was the middle of the day.

        She wrapped her arms around him and asked, "What do you have
planned for me?"

        Russell dropped his backpack, opened it, and pulled out a small
black pouch.  He unzipped it revealing several vials and syringes.

        "Is that for me?"

        "This first drug causes fear and anxiety and it magnifies the
body's own fight or flight mechanisms.  To use the proper medical jargon,
you'll be scared shitless.  And it gives positive feedback.  The more
scared you feel, the more your body reacts making you feel even more
scared."

        "I see."

        "The second will cause your vagina to spasm tightly closed.  This
will better simulate the vagina of a six year-old.  It will hurt, but it
can't cause any damage."

        "Why do they make drugs like this?"

        "The first one they're actually using on al Qaeda prisoners.  The
second is used during surgery when doctors need the vagina to tighten up."
 Russell paused.  "Now this one, this one is great.  It's a paralytic.
 You'll still have your five senses.  You'll be able to feel, see, hear,
smell, and taste.  You'll be fully awake.  But you'll be unable to move and
unable to speak.  It temporarily turns you into a lock-in."

        "How long will be I like that?"

        "About an hour."

        "Is that enough time?"

        "I can inject you again need be."

        "I take it the bush in the living room is where you grab me?"

        "Yeah, but you'll have to walk, there's not enough room for a
bicycle.  In the bedroom, the one with the bed, there's a change of
clothes.  It's the best I can remember Maria wearing that morning."

        "I'm changing now."


Chapter 34

        Elizabeth walked out.  She spun around.

        "How do I look?"

        "Lose the bra."

        She felt her chest.

        "Oh yeah."

        She pulled off the tight t-shirt, unhooked the bra, and put the
t-shirt back on.

        Russell approached her with a needle.

        "I hate needles."

        "Are you serious?  You want to be raped to death, but you're afraid
of needles?"

        She felt a pinch in her arm as he injected her.

        "Give this about ten minutes and I'll hit you with the second one.
 It works more quickly."

        They made small talk, but Russell could tell she was feeling the
effects of the first drug.  She kept hearing noises that weren't there and
believing someone was after them.

        "Time for the second."

        "NO!  I hate needles.  NO!"

        "Elizabeth!"

        "Please don't yell at me."

        He grabbed her arm and quickly jabbed her.

        "You're mean."

        "Go stand in the kitchen and when I yell 'run' you run in here
around the bush."

        "Okay."

        The next few minutes were dicey.  Elizabeth heard police cars.  Saw
spiders.  Thought the oven was going to kill her.  Deciding she was ready
he yelled the command.  She didn't respond.  He repeated it.  No response.
 He yelled that the oven was in fact going to hurt her, she needed to get
out of there.  She ran out.  Like with Maria he almost missed her.  She was
looking back as she ran past.  He grabbed her around the chest and knocked
her to the ground.  She let out with a blood curdling scream.  Anticipating
this he had duct tape ready.  The houses were close together and he
couldn't risk a neighbor calling the police.  Taping her mouth closed was
easier than Maria's.

        She made no attempt to get up and run.  He put his weight on her,
pinning her down, and pulled her shorts and panties off.  She flailed her
legs.  He whispered in her ear he was going to hurt her, rape her, kill
her, and put her body down the garbage disposal.  She shrieked loudly
despite the duct tape over her lips.  Her eyes were wide open, full of fear
and tears.  He felt her bald mound and told he he was really going to enjoy
her.  He removed his shorts and shoved his member into her.  It hurt him.
 Her twat was very tight and not lubed at all.  He could see the fear,
pain, and rage in her eyes.  He pumped.  She fought and fought hard.  It
was difficult to hold her arms down and stay inside of her.  He reached and
grabbed the last syringe that he had already prepared.  With one hand free
she pressed the meaty part of her palm into his hose.  He jabbed her in the
neck and pressed the plunger.  The drug entered her as his ejaculate did.
 She immediately went limp.

        Russell could see she still was breathing.  He removed the tape.
 The sound of air rushed in and out of her lips.  If she was breathing her
heart was beating.  But he checked anyway.  But he verbalized the opposite.

        "Oh shit, I killed her."

        He stood up and walked around her body.

        "What the fuck have I done?"

        He stopped and stared at her.  Her body wasn't in the same position
as Maria's.  But she did look just as sexy.  Almost as sexy.  Russell
reached into his bag and pulled out something he had borrowed from the
geology department.  It looked like a stub-nosed leaf blower.  He held the
tube against her vulva.  He looked at Elizabeth and said, "I'm sorry", and
pulled the trigger.  When he moved it her vulva was swelling, red, and
started to bruise.

        He put the tool away and peeked out the curtains.  No activity on
the street at all.  Typical suburban hellhole.  He returned to Elizabeth
and pulled off her clothes and then his own.  He pulled her thighs apart,
slapped her twat, and ran his fingers between her still swelling outer
labia.  There was a hint of blood and semen.

        "You're so fucking sexy.  I wanted so bad to fuck your mother.  You
have no idea.  But all I have is you.  You look just like her so I assume
you fuck just like her."

        He picked her up and took her to the tree.  He had actually dropped
Maria from chest height.  But she was really dead.  He set Elizabeth down
and penetrated her again.  She felt even tighter  He had to keep track of
time and in ten minutes he came again.  He withdrew from her.  Elizabeth
continued to breathe, very quick shallow breaths.  She was obviously in
pain and very scared.

        When he was with Maria he rubbed her flat chest and commented on
how it compared with her mothers.  He realized that made little sense, but
he went through the same speech.

        "I love your bald twat and flat chest.  I'll bet your mother has a
full bush.  I could tell she had hair when I was spying on her last night.
 And she has huge tits.  Huge ones.  Too bad you'll never grow any.  You
would have been a knockout like your mom I bet.  Of course you're both
bitches.  I'd love to do to her what I just did to you.  I should have kept
you alive a few more years, knocked you up, and fucked you, your child, and
your mother to death all at once.

        Russell got back into position and fucked her again.  In about
another ten minutes he was done.


Chapter 35

        Russell carried Elizabeth to the bed.  He injected her with a
fourth drug, one that would negate the effects of the first.  He didn't
want her coming out of the paralysis still hysterical.  He did have the
door blocked and had duct tape ready should she come out of it badly.

        She started twitching her eyes.  She took in a deep breath that
sounded like hog snorting.

        "Elizabeth?"

        Ever so slowly she started moving.  Finally she tried to sit up,
but went back down.

        "Elizabeth, are you okay?"

        "Water."

        He opened his bag, took out a bottle of water, helped her sit up,
and let her take a sip.

        "What..."

        "Just rest."

        "Did you kick my twat?  Hurt.  Hurt a lot."

        "No, that was something the geology department uses.  If you take
off the main part, I forget what it's called, it's not dangerous.  They use
it on each other as a practical joke.  I wanted to see you bruised down
there."

        She lied there for a few more minutes and was finally to sit up on
her own.

        "What did you think?"

        "While it was happening I was... god Russell, I have never been so
scared in my life.  And that hurt so, so much.  It still hurts."

        "I have some good drugs.  Also I probably should put an ice pack on
it."

        "No, I like it.  Mirror."

        Russell handed her a mirror.  She struggled to get the angle right.

        "Holy shit, that's awesome."

        "Do you really want to fuck and kill her mother?"

        "I think that's what I told her.  I've been racking my brains
trying to remember exactly what I said and what I did."

        She clumsily reached for his hand.  He gave it to her.

        "I love you."

        "I love you too, Elizabeth."


Chapter 36

        Russell quit Stanford after spring quarter.  In the year he had
been enrolled he had taken exactly four classes.  And his heart just wasn't
in it.  He was sitting at home enjoying not having school hanging over him
when Elizabeth came home in the middle of the day.  She carried a box in.

        "What happened?"

        "Laid off."

        "I'm sorry."

        "I didn't like that place anyway."

        "You got to travel."

        "Well Eindhoven wasn't exactly a happenin' place.  It was the Dutch
version of Iowa."

        "Don't forget Amarillo.  You got to see Amarillo."

        "Whoopie!"

        "What are you going to do now?"

        "Fuck your brains out.  Give you a way early birthday gift.  Find
my passion.  But not necessarily in that order."

        "Birthday gift?"

        "Okay, I forgot about your birthday last year.  Actually no, you
didn't tell me when it was!"

        "You have some making up to do then."

        "Yeah, fuck you.  But here's what I have for you."

        She handed him a large Manila envelope.

        "Did you buy me a house too?"

        He opened the envelope.  It was full of pictures.  He looked at
them.  The first was a familiar looking girl.  Very familiar looking.
 There were several of her.  And her parents.

        "How?"  He kept flipping through them.  "How did you get these?"

        "The Netherlands borders Belgium.  I made a side trip."

        "These are personal photos.  What?"

        "I walked into Sara's apartment and took them."

        He looked at pictures of Maria and her parents.

        "Elizabeth?"

        "Look at this one.  It's the entire family at the beach.  They
don't wear clothes at the beach in Belgium."  She showed him a few photos.
 "I agree both Maria and her mom were fucking hot.  The husband though.
 How did she find his dick under all that fat?"

        Russell continued to go through the pictures.

        "I like that one.  Maria is sitting cross-legged on the beach.  You
can see her twat.  Look at the date of the picture."

        She took the photo and flipped it over.  It read "July 1984".

        "They probably went to the beach before flying to California.  I
wonder if they developed them before or after you killed Maria."

        "Back then the date they stamped was at the time of development.
 The cameras didn't record that."

        "So it was before."

        He nodded.

        "What's wrong?"

        "I'm starting to wish I hadn't told you about that."

        "Why?  Russell, why?  It brought us so close together."

        "I know, but I kind of want to forget it."

        "Really?"

        "Yeah, I feel bad.  I've long felt bad.  Horrible."

        "What about all the reenactment?  The house?  Isn't there a small
part of you that enjoyed it?  And wants to relive it?"

        He looked helplessly at Elizabeth.

        "Look at that yummy little girl.  And her hot mother.  The one who
wouldn't fuck you because she was too busy fucking that fat pig."

        "Okay, I get it."

        "Look at this."

        She handed him a glossy studio print.

        "Who is... wait.  The mother?"

        "Sara.  Yep.  She's a real estate agent in Knokke-Heist.  It's
along the coast.  I got a few shots of her while she walked around."

        She handed him some photos.

        "She's not as pretty as she is in her professional shot, but she
still has a knockout body."

        "She does."

        "She and fat man separated in November 1984 and divorced April the
following year.  He died in 1989."

        "Heart attack?"

        "Car wreck.  She's 48 and has remained single."

        "And how the hell did you get all of this information?"

        "Oh Russell.  Remember on my birthday when you told me your net
worth was $709 million?"

        "Yeah, I guess."

        "Obviously you hadn't checked it.  You were only worth
$703,993,113.02.  At least as of that morning."

        "I don't care that you know.  But how?"

        "How do I know?"

        "Yeah."

        "Ever hear of the Phreaker Republic?"

        "No."

        "I'm part of the network.  My codename is Uterus."

        "Interesting.  Some sort of hacking syndicate?"

        "Something like that."

        "How long have you been involved?"

        "Since high school."  She paused.  "But I'm an ethical hacker.  I
have never done anything that benefited me.  I got into Stanford on my own
merits.  I earned the scholarships all on my own.  I've never cheated.  I
did get my dad the job with the bank."

        "Through hacking?"

        "I discovered some very incriminating information about the bank
that foreclosed on my parents.  Rather than go public I said they had to
employ my dad until he was 65 and guarantee him an income equivalent at
least to $75,000 per year in 1998 dollars.  Yet, they continue to be flat
broke."

        "Interesting to know all of that about you."

        "Are you being facetious?"

        "No.  I'm sorry.  These photos.  They've brought back memories.  I
wish it was 1984 again.  I would have done things differently."

        "You mean not attacked Maria?"

        "No, I mean attacked her mother too.  There.  I said it.  I still
want that woman.  But I also want her dead."

        Elizabeth dropped a passport in front of Russell.  He opened it.
 It was missing a photo and had a different name.  She then handed him a
Texas driver's license.  Same name as the passport.

        "We're going to Belgium to take care of unfinished business."

        "Where did you get these?"

        "It doesn't matter.  But they will stand up to scrutiny.  It's
getting much harder to do this with the government tightening down after
9/11.  But these are real.  And so are the credit cards I have.  In July
we're traveling to Europe.  On August 2 she's going to show us some beach
property.  But it's going to be the last thing she does.  I have it all
planned.  Our trail will be covered."

        "I can't do this.  It's too risky."

        "What's the worse that can happen?"

        "I can go to prison for murder."

        "You won't."
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