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Lynette's Last Flight

Lynette James was a flight attendant for a major airline. She was a tall strawberry blonde who looked more like 26 instead of her actual age of 36. Lynette looked forward to a few days off after a return flight home on her usual west coast route. As she drove the twenty miles from the airport to her condo on the lake; her thoughts turned to her fiancee David ; a pilot for the same airline she worked for. They planned to be married in a few months but hadn't set a date yet. It would be Lynette's first marriage and David's second. David was 41 years old and divorced with adult offspring. He was a dream come true especially compared to several others she had dated and had serious relationships with. The last one before David was Carl. He had turned out to be a verbal and physical abuser and Lynette had finally had to get a restraining order to get rid of him. That was nine months ago. Lynette parked her car and rolled her luggage cart to the elevator up to her third floor condo and unlocked the door. Right now she just wanted a bath and then to curl up and relax. David was on duty today and tomorrow so she wouldn't be able to see him until Friday. Lynette locked the door and rolled her bags to her bedroom. She removed her hat and jacket and placed them on the bed and was just about to go pee and start her bath when she was startled by Carl's voice saying "How ya doing babe"? Her worst nightmare had come back. She responded with a "What are you doing here?" and "I'm calling the ...

... police". Lynette's hand grabbed the phone and she raised up in time to see Carl's latex gloved hand pull the trigger of the pistol he had taken from her night stand drawer. She hardly had time to say "Noooo! Doooon't" before the .22 slug tore into her abdomen just below her chest. The receiver fell to the floor as Lynette clutched the wound and fell backward to the floor with blood beginning to soak her blouse. The burning pain was tremendous as she placed her hands over the wound. Carl said nothing as she pleaded with him to "Help me, help me!" Instead of helping he ripped the phone cord from the wall, bent down, and began to strangle the bleeding woman with the cord. Lynnette's pain was indescribeable and she could no longer hold back her full bladder. Her urine soaked through her lace panties and ran into the crack of her ass as her long stocking-clad legs kicked violently during the struggle to breathe. Stopping the flow of blood from the wound was no longer important to her. Her lungs burned from lack of air as both hands tried to remove the cord that was cutting into her throat. She scratched and twisted and attempted to scream but the cord was just too tight around her throat. Only a raspy gurgle could be heard as the color of her face and neck began to change from red to purple. Lynette's once beautiful blue eyes were wide open and bulging; with blood vessels beginning to burst. Her movements were becoming weaker. Carl could sense her weakening but kept the cord tight. ...