I slapped my right hand down over Penelope’s mouth, thumb under her chin to shove and tilt her head back across the neck roll she used instead of a pillow. XXX Hot The katana point of the knife easily cut into her soft neck and drove through her windpipe with a small crunching noise followed by the thud of the heel of my hand against her neck. The front end of the hilt was embedded in the welling up soft skin, the soft fat of her breast pushed aside by the force of the impact. My quickly dying wife heaved on the bed again, the reaction much less than for the second stab as her body ran out of strength.
