e asked.Mac smiled. "What else? Perfect choice. Help me with the cleaning first, though."They pul ed on the gloves, got some paper towels from the bathroom, and set about methodical y wiping down everything they had touched in the room, including the two unconscious figures on the bed.Sylvia stared at the man's genitals."He wasn't that big after al," she said, and Mac laughed."Ready?" she asked, pul ing her hair up into a ponytail.They took off their own clothes and folded them and put them as far away from the bed as possible.Sylvia started with the man, not for any sexist reasons, just because he was the heavier of the two. She sat behind him and hauled him into her lap, his slack arms flopping by his sides. He grunted as though he were snoring.Mac straightened the man's legs, crossed his arms over his stomach, and handed Sylvia the stiletto, which she took in her right hand.She held the man's forehead in the crook of her left arm to keep his head up.She felt with her fingertips for the man's pulse on his neck and estimated 5 the force of the flow.Then she thrust the stiletto into the man's left jugular vein. She cut quickly through muscle and ligaments until she heard a soft his
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