His in-and-out thrusts picked up intensity. “Oh, by the way, go ahead and go to the police on this if you want. XXX Not a single customer had come into Marcela’s clothing boutique for the last hour, and she was ready to close shop and call it a night. His limp penis now hung in the air closely above her face as she lie prone on the floor. Only her bra remained, but he so much liked the way it looked wrapped around her neck, together with a thin gold neckless and pendant—a tiny gold Christian cross—that he decided to leave it there. “Please leave me alone…” Her voice trailed off in the helplessness she felt. Her head swung listlessly from one side to the other on the floor, blood from her nose and mouth staining several of the many women’s garments that littered the floor. His penis, invigorated by the fight shown by his victim
