The master bedroom, and it's associated bathroom and walk-in wardrobes, occupied most of the west wing of the second floor. Crystal giggled when she saw the four poster bed, and giggled some more when she turned and saw the stiffly executed erotic fresco which surrounded the door. "Oh baby, this is going to be so good."

Todd kissed Crystal roughly, tugging at her top and trying to steer her to the bed. She pushed herself away from him and tossed her bag onto the bed. "You'll rip it. Let me." She pulled the top over her head in one easy movement and shook her hair out. Holding it to one side, she turned her back to Todd. "Undo my bra."

Todd struggled with the clip, finally getting it undone with a twist that bent the hooks. He reached around and grabbed the freed breasts, kneading and squeezing them harshly. "Gently baby, gently." Crystal urged. She stepped away from him, covering her breasts with one arm and holding her bra out in a tease with the other. She tossed the undergarment at Todd and wagged an admonishing finger at him as he stepped toward her. She reached under her short skirt with her free hand and eased her panties down her legs, sitting on the edge of the bed to struggle them past her feet. She held the front of her skirt demurely down between her legs and still hadn't uncovered her breasts. "Do you want it honey?"

"I want all of it."

Crystal grinned. She revealed her full, firm breasts and lifted her skirt to flash Todd. "Come and get it."

Todd pulled his jeans down and stumbled forward as best he could with them around his ankles. Crystal stopped him one last time and fished a condom out of her bag. "Wear this."

Todd struggled with the prophylactic, frustrated at yet another obstacle between him and his goal. Finally he cried out in triumph and fell upon Crystal. "Ow! Dammit! Aim a bit better!" she chided him.

"Sorry babe." Todd reached down and fumbled around a bit. "There?"

"No." squeaked Crystal, "Up a bit. There. That's it."

"Oh yeah!" Todd began pumping away eagerly.

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The boy's pasty white buttocks moved up and down energetically. The girl was eager, if not enjoying it as much as she wanted to. They certainly made all the right noises.

Behind the erotic fresco a figure turned his eye from a peep-hole and looked at the tools he had brought with him. His hands fell on the pole for a lawn umbrella. He had sharpened the spike on the end the year before, to skewer a pair of campers up by the lake. With a good aim he could make a kebab of both of the lovers at once.

Now he put on his face, a plain white mask with only eye holes.

The secret door was in a dark corner of the room. Even if they hadn't been preoccupied the young lovers might not have seen the figure which stepped through. He shifted the pole to find the right balance and judged his steps to creep up to the bed. The boy faced away from him and was preoccupied, the girl was staring at the roof of the four poster. Neither of them was going to see him until it was too late.

He raised the pole over his head, glancing up with pride at the sharpened spike. He paused.

The girl was staring at him. He had wanted that, but he hadn't wanted to see this expression. She wasn't scared, or even surprised. In fact, she looked triumphant. Her right hand, he realised, had been in her shoulder bag for some time. Now she'd brought it out, and it held a gun. It wasn't very large, a tiny chrome revolver, but it was still frightening. He could see all the way down the barrel.

Just as the boy cried out in orgasm the girl pulled the trigger.