Christy uncurled her 5' 5" frame from the coach as the doorbell rang. She was enjoying a rare day at home alone by catching up on her reading. She was still wearing her ankle length dress and tights but no shoes.
She padded to the door and looked out the side window. See saw a Man in a brown khaki uniform with a handcart full of boxes.
Christy cracked open the door.
"Can I help you?"
The Man smiled. "Delivery for Edwards."
Christy looked bewildered. She had not ordered anything; especially anything in a quantity that required a handcart.
"I did not order anything," said Christy.
The Man saw the confusion on Christy's face, smiled and shrugged.
" Sorry about that, but have to leave it with you, ma'am. You'll have to work it out with the mistake with the company."
Christy sighed. Like she needed this problem. She stood aside and opened the door.
"Alright."
The Man smiled and wheeled the boxes into the house. Christy stood by the door watched the Man leave the boxes and the handcart, turn and walk back to Christy.
"You left the cart," said Christy, suddenly nervous.
"I'll get it when I am finished," said the Man.
Before Christy could ask what that meant, the Man punched her as hard as he could in the stomach, driving his fist up into her.
Christy felt all the air rush out of her, doubled over in pain and fell to her knees gasping for breath. The Man quickly closed the front door, pulled a knife from his pocket and snapped it open.
He grabbed Christy by the hair, pulled her to her feet and placed the knife against her throat.
"Be a good housewife and I will let you live to see your family. Understand?'
Christy was still gasping for air, so all she could manage for and answer was croaked yes.
The Man pulled her close to him and kissed her neck.
