Q&A: roll the dough....warning, graphic.?

Question by J. Rahdel Esquire: roll the dough....warning, graphic.?
She was not a cook, and was not going to knead the bread,
The rolling pin was held high in her white fisted hand.
With malice she gazed upon her man. Her man. That man
She loathed. With a single blow (or was it two?) he was dead.

The mess to clean was not her task; the blood? Oh no.
She has the pants, and called upon Mr. Second. He began
His work, wondering with dread if her arm was a one bladed fan.
He lived. He made love.

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