Frank ignored the woman and swam a few lengths before getting back out of the water. Jackie decided she'd had enough and got out as well.

"I'm all water logged," she said, standing by the pool wearing an old one-piece swim suit of Sharon's. "Can I borrow your towel, Frank?"

"Haven't you got your own towel?" he asked abrubtly while drying himself.

"No, that's Sharon's one over there," she lied, pointing to a towel slung over a deckchair a few feet away.

Frank reluctantly handed her his towel then lay down on a deck chair and closed his eyes. Jackie wrapped the towel around herself, then very slowly dried her body. Does he really have his eyes closed she thought, or is he opening them a bit and perving at me when I'm not looking. I need to invoke a reaction with him. She stepped closer to Frank, pretended to trip up over the legs of his deckchair and fell on top of him.

"Hey!" he yelled out, startled by her surprise move.

Sharon and Kate heard the shout and ran out to see Jackie sprawled on top of Frank and stood watching, mouths open in shock, as he tried frantically to push her off him.

"I tripped over the leg of his deck chair and fell," said Jackie innocently. "Help me up, Sharon."

Sharon raced over and grabbed Jackie harshly by the arm and yanked her up.

Roy swaggered through the cemetery down the rough gravel path to the worker's shed and parked himself down on a delapidated park bench. He pulled a packet of tobacco from a shirt pocket, rolled himself a cigarette, then lit it and sat back in the seat. What does Jackie want now, he thought staring at an old headstone laying in the dirt near his feet. Rings me and says to meet her here as she's got something important to tell me. She'd better not be late as I'm meeting the undertaker shortly. At that moment, he heard the crunching of stones under foot and looked up along the path, where in the fading light he could just make out the figure of a woman treading cautiously towards him.

"Shit," Jackie said to herself, tripping over a chunk of broken headstone.

She regained her balance and stepped slowly over to Roy.

"Don't you lot ever clean this tip of a joint up," she remarked annoyed.

He took a drag on his cigarette and stared at her.

"What's going down, woman?" he asked abrubtly.

Jackie sat on the bench beside him and lit a cigarette.

"Listen, Roy," she told him. "It's about Sharon. She's going to cause trouble for us."

Roy jumped to his feet and sent a rock flying with one of his steel-capped boots.

"That bitch!" he spat. "I had a feeling she might."

"Yeah," Jackie said firing the man up even more. "I reckon Mrs.goodie-goodie two-shoes isn't going to wait much longer before dobbing us all in. Then we've had it, Roy."

"That's not safe, man," he fumed throwing his cigarette down. "You stupid bitch, why did you go out with her in the first place?"

"I thought the woman was ok," replied Jackie, "because she comes from the same housing estate as Frances, but she's gone all sqeaky clean after marrying that high priest of hers."

She got up off the bench, walked over to Roy and stood beside him.

"I should've guessed that Sharon was against drugs," she added, shaking her head dramatically, "when she threw a line of coke I offered her down the toilet in the nightclub."

"That's just bloody great," he told her. "Well, we'll just have to threaten to rough her a up a bit. She wouldn't dare tell on us then. Don't worry, the main man is onto it. I'll sort it out."

"What have you got in mind?" she asked him with a satistfied smile.

"Some nasty warning notes through her post box first," he said slyly, while repeatedly hitting the palm of his hand with a fist. "And if she doesn't look like taking the hint…I'll get heavy."

"I knew you'd come up with an idea," Jackie said, patting him on the shoulder, "and be able to handle her, no sweat. Good thinking, Roy."

Frank squatted behind a clump of bushes a couple of dozen metres away and waited.

"This is crazy," he said under his breath. "Here I am, in the middle of a cemetery, watching two drugdealers hide their stuff, while my wife is out there, somewhere amongst the headstones…plotting to kill them."

He hung his head down and shook it in disbelief for a moment, before carrying on with his spying. While Roy rolled a cigarette, the other man pulled his shirt up and removed, what looked like to Frank, an oversized money belt with pouches all the way around which had been strapped to his waist. That has to be the drugs, Frank thought. Looks like there going to hide them in that grave. A shiver ran down his spine as he observed how casually the two criminals went about their illegal activities, chuckling to one another while boasting of the bucks they were going to make from the drugs. Frank watched in anger while Roy's partner lit a cigarette, before ceremoniously holding the belt up over the grave to drop it in. Just as he released it, a sharp crack, like that of a small firecracker going off, caused Frank to jump in fright. A second or two later, he saw the drug dealer stumble backwards a few steps and fall to the ground, his body jerking spasmodically. Quickly eyeing the area around him to find the source of the sound, Frank spotted some movement beside a group of trees some twenty metres away. It's her! Sharon! She's here! he panicked while watching his wife creep, as stealthly as a lioness, through the overgrown grass towards a clump of bushes. What's she doing now? he thought, then realised she was trying to find a position that would afford her a better shot at Roy, who had been leaning against the digger. Frank looked on in awe and shock as his wife knealt down behind the bushes, quickly reloaded the gun with another dart and aimed it at Roy. He glanced back towards the bald, loud-mouthed drug dealer, to see him bending over his partner in crime, scratching his head in bewilderment.

"Hey, man," Frank heard him say, "what's going down? You been snorting our stuff, big time, behind my back?…You arse…"

After a few minutes, Frank appeared at the back door and swiftly made his way to the pulpit, where he proceded to give the morning service. As he spoke, Sharon gazed up at him in admiration, thinking, I love this preacher… Sometimes it's still hard to believe he's my husband. When I see him up there and think of the things we do together, it sends a tingle down my spine…I had that same feeling when I first hit it off with him in his office that day. Towards the end of the service, Frank glanced at Sharon and smiled, before delivering his final words of wisdom.

"Follow the light and you'll find god," he declared. "Don't let evil block your path…Open your hearts and cleanse your souls; be kind to others and your church which guides you in the right direction."

A pregnant pause followed as Frank adjusted his stance slighty and panned his eyes over the congregation.

"An evil spirit manifested himself," he continued, "inside a man, as he was weak of mind and had turned away from god…the demon used him as a host, then left and went through endless empty rooms and travelled across dry baron lands, where he found more of his kind, before returning to his host…and seven times worse was the evil inside him. His sole was condemed and the bad spirits ruled him for all eternity."

Frank stopped for a moment and looked at Tobias, who was standing at the corner of the alter.

"Never lose your faith," he cried, "and you'll be spared from evil. It can happen to anyone of us…I leave you with these thoughts, and may God protect you all. Amen."

The high priest received a roaring applause, stepped down from the pulpit, then shook the member's hands and gave them messages of hope, before walking over to stand by Sharon's side. While all this was happening, Tobias watched them suspiciously from afar, and standing beside him, snearing behind their backs, was the assistant priest, Richard. Frank placed a friendly arm around his wife's waist and, together with Kate, made their way out of the hall towards the car park.

"That hurt, didn't it?" sneered Jackie with blood trickling out of one nostril. "You're really going to regret that you ever hit me, you posh tart."

Jackie dug her fingers into Sharon's shoulders and began banging her head repeatedly against the tree.

"Come on, bitch!" she exclaimed. "Aren't you going to fight back? I don't think your husband will help you as it's against his religious morals to hit a woman."

She stopped shaking Sharon and glared angrily at her. Sharon stared straight back at Jackie, then quickly bought her hand up, grabbed one of Jackie's thumbs and held it tight. With her other hand, she gripped Jackie's wrist and twisted her arm down hard, at the same instant, bending her thumb back, breaking it. Jackie fell to her knees in tortuous pain, nursing her hand with the broken thumb lifelessly flopping around.

"You evil bitch, you," she screamed out, "look what you've done."

"You're the evil bitch," snapped Sharon and kicked Jackie in the stomach, causing her to double up in agony.

Sharon stood in front of her hapless foe, pulled a flick knife from the hip pocket of her tracksuit, then walked around and squatted behind Jackie, before yanking her head back by the hair.

"I guess you've been wondering where your boyfriend has disappeared to?" she whispered loudly in a sinister voice. "Let me enlighten you as to his whereabouts. I put a pick axe through Roy's head, and his mate the undertaker's, as well, then buried the bastards six feet under…and now, Jackie, it's time you joined them."

Jackie heard a loud click behind her head, then started shouting and struggling. Sharon placed the knife under Jackie's chin, then drew it across harshly, slicing her throat, wide open. After a moment, she released Jackie's hair and let the body slump to the ground, in a lifeless heap.

"You should never judge a book by it's cover, Jackie," Sharon remarked off-handedly, then wiped the knife on Jackie's top, before getting to her feet and jogging back to the chalet.

Standing in front of the cooker watching the eggs boil, she wore a snow white frilly apron around her waist, and little else. Frank slowly walked into the kitchen and when he spotted his wife, stopped on the spot with his mouth open in utter surprise.

"Sharon!" he exclaimed, "do you know you're only wearing an apron and nothing else?"

She looked down at herself and smiled.

"I thought there was something missing when I put the apron on…ohh, is that what it was."

She took the eggs off the stove and walked seductivly past Frank, giving him a wink.

"I'll just…go and get dressed, shall I?"

Frank watched her as she walked down the hallway.

"No, wait up," he called out.

Sharon wandered into the bedroom and poked her head back out the door to see Frank hurrying down towards her. She quickly went in to the large walk in wardrobe and stood there, chuckling to herself. Frank walked into the bedroom and looked around.

"Sharon, where are you?"

He heard some giggling coming from inside the wardrobe.

"I heard you," he said walking inside it and straight up to her.

"Frank," she said, "I was just about to get dressed."

"Don't you dare," he told her, wrapping his arms around Sharon's naked body and pulling her close to him.

"You have to go to work Frank," she reminded him while squirming out of his embrace.

"Work!" he exclaimed. "I can't go to work now unless I have a cold shower first, which sounds very unappealing to me, so come back here, Sharon."

"What would you like me to wear today," she said ignoring Frank's remark.

Sharon pointed to her side of the wardrobe, where a good sized collection of mini skirts hung, together with a compehensive range of small, low cut tops.

"That's it, you little tease," he growled and pulled back his suits on his side of the wardrobe, where Sharon had stepped back in amongst.

"Don't get fresh now, Frank," she said waving a finger at him.

Frank threw his bathrobe off, took hold of his wife and nipped her gently on the shoulder, which made Sharon squeal in excitement. Clasping his head in her hands she fixed her mouth on his and gave him a deep, French kiss. Suits went flying as they thrashed around in the wardobe, craving madly for one another, then the two of them dropped to their knees in a tight cling. Frank held onto Sharon as she lowered herself to the floor. He lifted her apron before gently falling on top of her to have wild, hot sex with the woman of his dreams.

Frank lifted his head up and looked at his ex wife, then noticed Sharon's head poking around the door.

"Barbara," he said keeping her attention on him, "you don't have to kill me."

"Yes, I do," she told him angrily, "I…just can't let that little dolly bird have you."

At that second Sharon sneaked through the door, bare footed.

"Please, don't shoot me," yelled Frank.

Barbara raised the gun straight out and pointed it at Frank's chest. Sharon immediatley took two steps forward and bought her foot up, then kicked Barbara full on in the middle of her back and sent her flying to the floor, knocking her out. She bounded over the woman's prone body, yanked the cross from it's stand that was on Frank's desk, then raised it up high over her head in both hands. As Frank yelled out in horror, Sharon swung the "Follower's of the Holy Light" emblem down with all her force and stabbed it deep into Barbara's back. Frank stood motionless, numb with shock as Sharon stood over the body, staring down at it.

"Well, I've got news for you Barbara," she said in a low voice. "That so called little dolly bird…is going to have him… forever."

"Jesus Christ!" Frank exclaimed in a loud whisper.

Sharon went back to the kitchen while her husband and Danilo wandered into the living room and began munching on some spicey peanuts.

"That’s a nice collection of guns you have there, Frank," said Danilo, his deep brown eyes shifting over to the cabinet. "You use to hunt, did you?"

Yes," he answered, "but that was many years ago now."

"I hunt…," Danilo proclaimed, then slowly wagged a pointed finger in the air, "…not, with a gun, but…with a knife,".

"A knife!" Really. That’s interesting," said Frank curiously, his eyebrows raised.

Sharon, who was listening to the conversation from the kitchen, walked into the living room and stood with her arms loosly folded.

"Yes," her uncle explained. "First, I make a trap…get some food as bait, and lie close by, copying the sounds of the animal I’m hunting, then… I wait, sometimes long. When the animal comes… it falls into the trap. I pounce on it…"

Danilo took a step forward with outstretched hands, demonstrating his hunting skills.

"…then grab it by the head…!" he added, while clenching his hands in thin air.

"…and cut it’s throat!" he exclaimed drawing a fist across his own neck.

Frank glanced at Sharon with a stunned look on his face and she returned it with a smirk and a casual shrug of the shoulders. Danilo looked at Frank and noticed his expression.

"Oh," he said slightly startled. "I didn’t mean to shock you with my hunting methods."

"It’s ok," said Frank. "You didn’t shock me."

"Have you…done it like this?" asked Danilo.

"I haven’t," he answered shaking his head. "It’s…just somebody I know has used… similar methods."

"Really!" he said astounded. "The person must have learnt from our lot."

"You…could say that," remarked Frank, nodding.

Sharon stood with one hand over her mouth, hiding a broad grin.

"Are you laughing at this men’s talk, Sharon?" her uncle asked.

"No…not at all," she replied with a smirk. "I just think it’s all a bit…macho."

"Men will be men," Danilo stated proudly."Women love us for it."

"Right, Frank?" he added, giving his host a congenial slap on the shoulder.

"That’s right, Danilo," he agreed with a grin while returning the slap.