NEEDLEWRITER

She wore her favourite gown – dressed in her army dress – a murdering machine, they called her… and everyone of the elite adored her
”She was just ment for it.” they always said and thought. And so she prepared to haunt and hunt at night once again :
”First the trample, then the knife, then the bra (did she wear any underwear?) and at last the war, army dress and the hat – and we lied she wore underwear with her trample.”
And there she was prepared for night in Cussingham. “Those who do not cuss, shall be removed.”
And off she went through the fire escape stairs. We just need to emphasize this :
She returned one hour later, recieving imidiately a phonecall saying – “Is there in the World any head you haven’t been able to deliver to us?”
The answer to Neštorow was a simple :
”No.”