Paul put his arm around my waist. "Kim, I had no idea they'd ever find me. I mean, they live in fucking Poland and they're dirt fucking poor!"

"It's okay," I said. "I'm just happy that they're gone. They were nasty."

"They're not," Paul said. "Not really. They just need to save themselves from dying out, that's all."

"That one was touching himself, as if he'd rape Monica and me if he got the chance." I gave Paul a piercing look. "That's what he was ...