Free Killer Women by Wensley Clarkson Page B

she realise it would never actually materialise. Karen disappeared into the kitchen while Vivienne sat there on the sofa where a plan for her destruction had just been hatched.
    Karen was excited. She had not hesitated when Barbara told her the plan. In fact, she thought Vivienne deserved everything she had coming to her. Karen had her suspicions that Vivienne had been sleeping with her last boyfriend. It was only logical for her and Barbara to decide to finish Vivienne off for good.
    ‘She’s here. Just stay in the garden. I’ll get her out.’ Karen was in the kitchen whispering so Vivienne would not hear. Barbara just stood there. Her glazed eyes said it all. She was shaking with anticipation. The end of Vivienne’s life was approaching.
    ‘Come out in the garden with me. I’ve got something to show you.’
    Vivienne never stood a chance as she stepped into that tiny garden in Heathway, Dagenham. Karen was the first one to get a direct hit. She turned and swung a clenched fist right at Vivienne’s face. You could hear the crunch as her glasses twisted and fell to the ground.
    Vivienne had not even seen Barbara standing behind her with a rolling pin when it crashed down on her head a split second later. The onslaught had begun. But there was a lot more to follow.
    Her body slumped to the stone pavement after Barbara’s attack. The two women were surprised. They hadn’t expected her to be knockedunconscious after just one hit with the rolling pin.
    They stood there frozen for a moment. A look of disappointment came over Barbara’s face. She had been looking forward to smashing her skull over and over again. She wanted to see the agony contorting Vivienne’s face as she literally bashed it to bits.
    Instead, her victim lay collapsed in a heap on the ground.
    ‘Come on. Let’s take her to the greenhouse.’
    Barbara was now very much in command. This was her operation. She enjoyed the responsibility. It wasn’t often she got to do something useful.
    Karen and her aunt did not feel the slightest bit of remorse as they dragged Vivienne’s semiconscious body across the grassy garden. Suddenly, the dog next door barked. Karen and Barbara stopped in their tracks. Vivienne’s limp body thumped to the ground. They waited there in complete silence fearing that the neighbour might appear in the garden next door. The fence between their homes was a mere four feet high. He might see them. That would be a disaster.
    Barbara and Karen felt a bigger surge of fear run through their bodies at that moment than at any time during the evening. They felt no guilt about Vivienne But they did not want to get caught.
    Nothing stirred next door. Even the dog did notbark again. Their bloody escapade could continue undisturbed.
    Barbara took the arms and pulled. Karen tried with difficulty to carry the legs but they kept dropping to the ground. As they neared the greenhouse, Barbara’s strength gave way as well and they dropped Vivienne with an almighty crash.
    They both looked down at her now, delighted in the knowledge that she would never again threaten their happiness. Ecstatic by the thought that she would soon be dead.
    Just then Barbara looked down at Vivienne’s bare thighs, exposed by that rough ride across the garden. For a second, she felt a twinge of lust building up inside herself. Maybe Vivienne could be used for one last moment of sexual satisfaction?
    Barbara leant down and ran her hand up Vivienne’s cold leg. She stopped at mid-thigh and squeezed it. It felt quite nice. She let her hand slide further up. Vivienne’s semi-conscious eyes fluttered. Barbara’s touch had stirred her. But she did not try to stop it. Perhaps she thought she might be spared if she let Barbara carry on?
    ‘Bloody hell, Babs. Are you a sex maniac or what? Let’s just get her into the greenhouse for fuck’s sake.’
    Karen was the more sensible of the two. In any case she wasn’t interested in other women. Neverhad been. Never would. Yet