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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Death Is Me</span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Darkness is
the answer <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Peace is not
for me <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dreams are
not the future<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">They are the
way to be free<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><o:p><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: "calibri";">When I look
deep inside<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I can see
the white of bone<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">I wish I could
be loved<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">So I know I
am not alone<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Death is the
way <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Death is the
truth<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Death is
free<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Death is the
future <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Death is me!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">All I want
is to be<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">To exist and
please stay<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">In this
decaying world<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">But you won’t
let me play<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">This world
is not for me<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">They
destroyed my toy <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And now you
pray<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">To that
carpenters boy<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Nothing will
change<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">You walk
blinded by fear<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Streets run with blood<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">And not a solitary tear<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="font-size: large;">Death is the answer<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Death is the priest<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Death is light <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Death is the inevitable<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Death is me!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Toc358204978"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: large;">Prologue</span></span></a></div>
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<strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The Pilliga Scrub is a massive
expanse of thick bush land in the top quarter of New South Wales in Australia
and covers an area of about 80 x 120 kilometers. Much has been lost in there, to
never be found again, from sheep and cattle, to people and vehicles. Even
today, it is dense and forbidding, although what used to be a dirt track that
ran through the middle is now a major road called the Newell Highway.</span></strong><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
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</span></b><strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">One night in 1993, the Pilliga
Princess became ledged when hit and killed by a passing truck. The trucker who
hit her said she had been wandering across the road and he had not seen her
until it was too late. He told how as the headlights lighted her, she turned to
look directly at him and ran toward him, arms outstretched. The last thing he
saw of her alive was the white hair flaring out around her wild-eyed face and
the expression was one of manic glee as she hit the big rigs massive bull bar.
Yet no trace of the body found.</span></strong><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
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</span></b><strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Now at her corporeal side stands
a loyal but hulking companion, the Aboriginal people call the creature a Yowie,
a supposed mythical beast similar to that of the Bigfoot in the USA.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Stories of the princess and her
companion are ledged throughout the Pilliga. No-one sleeps, no one stops, no
one survives to tell the tale except one man whose encounter with the beast
left him a rambling wreck in the “Shady Creek Mental Asylum”. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">This man will find the truth; or
lose his sanity forever!<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt;">A Yowie is a creature Of Aboriginal folklore and said
to be humanoid in appearance, but have a stature between seven and twelve feet
tall. It has an upright stance and has large wide feet consisting of only four
splayed toes. The creature is hairy and has a nose that is flat but unlike an
ape, more human in origin. Their nature is undetermined, some say they are a
quiet shy creature, but those who have had the misfortune of meeting the
Pilliga Yowie and lived, Tell a much more sinister story tale.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Making sense of what I’ve seen<br />
All the love we’ve had between<br />
You and I, along the track<br />
Looking forward, looking back<br />
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There are strange days<br />
Full of change on the way<br />
But we’ll be fine, unlike some<br />
I’ll be leaning forward, to see what’s coming<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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</span><span lang="EN-US"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Terrance</span></strong></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The early mornings greeted Terrance
Longmire with a sharp yet refreshing chill that made him feel alive. The rig
was pristine as always and the cabin stocked for his three-day trip to the
north of Brisbane. The travel time would be his usual and the destination this
time unknown to him as it was the first time he and his </span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Kenworth K200 big cab aerodyne</span><span lang="EN-US"> would haul product from Adelaide to Brissy. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The two trailers were crammed with pallets
of raw materials for some business in Petrie, and pallets of Laucke flower for
a bakery in Chelmsford that knows quality. The B-Double was primed and ready
for its first big haul. Terry was used to doing the overnight run to Melbourne
of Sydney where he would drive into Bordertown and swap trailers with another
driver and after a short break and a snooze drive the same road back to
Adelaide yet again. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">After six years of this run he decided it
was time to move on to bigger and better runs with a more lucrative payoff,
even though it meant it would mean more time away from his new bride. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Susan had bugged him for years to tie the
knot, and on one day out of the blue Terry got down on one knee and held the
modest diamond aloft to his friend, his lover, and soon to be wife hopefully
and popped the question. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Married now only six months Terry was
looking for more money to accommodate the growing life within his wife and the
family needs. He hoped for a place on the coast one day where he could retire,
drive some small loads and be there for his family. However, this was going to
be a while off yet as he had struggled to gain a name for himself in the harsh,
but often adventurous life as a trucker. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Bedded in and heading east towards the
morning sun, he sat in the abject silence of the spacious cab thinking about
his life ahead of him. Terry thought of his future family, and the sacrifice he
would make each week and it was this thought that gnawed at the back of his
skull.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
smiled to himself and added one more flick to the cruise control and it flashed
102 kmph as he drove the roads connecting north and south for a better way of
life for those he loved.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US">One
Night In 1993<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The rig started to gain momentum now as it
left the Fifty Kilometer an hour restrictions of the township of Coonabarabran.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Rich Davis was now five hours behind the
wheel of his massive B-Double rig hauling Wine north from the Coonawarra
district, best known for some of the best red wine in the world. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The trouble is Rich does not care much for
wine, he is a Carlton Draft man, and a cold beer was all he needed once he
stepped out the cab after a long haul. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The sun now dipped just below the horizon
and he knew it would not be long before the darkness of the Pilliga would
surround him and turn his hulking motorized vehicle into a fast moving beacon for
the world to see. The headlights pierced the absolute darkness in a way only
high wattage halogen can, almost like a beast with six massive eyes peering
through the gloom that was now the twilight for only a few moments more. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The eyes of the beasts driver now slowly
accommodating the subdue light and creeping darkness growing weary as the weeks
of driving the bitumen arteries of outback Australia weighing on his heavy
lids. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In this part of the Pilliga, it is very
common to come across a kangaroo or an Emu who thinks he can outrun a
fast-paced rig. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More often than not, the
animal would come off second best as the huge chrome bull bars affixed to the
front of the vehicles could turn a kangaroo into steaks in a split second. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It would be a further eighty minutes before
Rich would see another town and with it, a solitary deep breathe of relief. The
Pilliga is not a place on the map that you decide to stop and have a break and
with only another ninety minutes before he had to stop due to his driving
restrictions, his mind drifted. Not to what he was going to do when he finally
arrived at Narrabri, but to the stories the other drivers had told him about
the area and more to a point the inside of the Pilliga national park itself. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The area was quite dense and lined with
beautiful Ironbark Gum trees, and Cypress Pines were dotted throughout the
forest itself. The story he always referred back to was the one, which still
stands out to this day of two men who went into the forest in the September of
1979 and only one came out. Darren and Geoff Daniels were avid birdwatchers and
not brothers, but cousins. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">They had heard about the dozen or so odd
species of birds in the Pilliga area especially the Painted Honeyeaters that
were a prized photo amongst the most avid watchers. Both men travelled into the
harsh scrubland, but Geoff was the only survivor that made it out, found at the
side of the road almost at the halfway mark between Coonabarabran and Narrabri
some two weeks later.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He told of a creature that hunted and captured
the two men keeping them captive in an underground cave system deep in the
Pilliga. In saying this, he never caught a glimpse of his assailant except for
a brief eye-to-eye moment just before he was knocked unconscious and taken to a
secluded place in the forest. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The man told of unspeakable terror at the
hands of a creature that was over seven feet tall and built like a brute. Not
Ape like per say, but a hulking brute of the male form just exaggerated but
hairy like a beast. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">There in the darkness of his confines was what
he could only describe as legs, some intact some, half eaten. Not all of the
legs were human, some defiantly kangaroo and smaller legs of marsupials that
lived in the area.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The Stench had him in an almost permanent
state of gagging and vial upchucking, which saw him swim in and out of
consciousness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, his head injury
and rudimentary but effective bindings kept him in one place for days on end. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">His mind shattered from sitting in his own
urine and feces until the opportunity presented itself, and using the last of
his sanity managed to stumble out while the creature was gone and get
away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Weak and weary from injuries and
the constant memory of the murder and subsequent cannibalization of his cousin,
he wandered until he broke free of the scrub out to the hot bitumen roadway
where a passing trucker picked him up. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Rich let the thoughts of the Yowie
encounter drift away into his subconscious yet again and onto the beer at the
end of his run into Narrabri.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A whirly blew up alongside his cab to the
left and he watched the spinning dust devil as it proceeded with quiet fury
alongside him for a time and then dart back into the scrub picking up debris
along the small destructive pathway. A large one of these miniature tornadoes
can throw the truck around at speed and cause a loss of control but the smaller
ones are just a nuisance, nothing more. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The light now completely gone had seen the
creatures start to come out and enjoy the freedom of the cleared area around
the black strip, and eyes started to appear out of the darkness gleaming back
at him with the lights reflection. Foxes, Rabbits and all sorts of smaller
inconsequential animals that would have no impedance on his vehicles path
started to creep into the distance and he could see then walking the road
behind as he viewed them in the rear vision mirror. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">As he looked back to the road, he spotted a
glowing white mass of hair floating above the ground in front of him. Rich a
seasoned trucker did not flinch normally and kept going on through whatever was
in his way because of the massive tissue destroying bull bars attached to the
rigs frame. This mass of chromed metal could take a two hundred kilogram
Kangaroo and turn it into road kill with ease, but this vision made his brain
tune in and he hit the brakes just as he saw the mouth agape and arms
outstretched disappear with a thud under the cab and the massive wheels of his rig.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The roadworthy weapon came to a stop some
distance down the lonely road and Rich was sure he hit something and that
something he knew in his mind was the old girl that walked the stretch of road
between Coona and Narrabri. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He leapt out of the cab and checked the
road and under his rig but to no avail, the body if indeed he did run something
over was nowhere, he even checked under the axels and between the trays, but
nothing. There was a blood smear on the road back at approximately the point of
impact but nothing else of consequence.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Rich ran back to his cab, locked the doors
and called the local coppers on his radio and as he waited windows up he had a
knowing feeling he was being watched from the scrub.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Off behind the vehicle in the darkness a
huge figure held the broken and damaged figure of “The Princess” its arms. The
creature gently stroked the damaged head and tried to console the dead woman by
shaking her back to life. A solitary tear of realization ran down the shadowed
face as it looked up towards the sky and bellowed a howl that made the scrub
turn to ice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Terry drove on and knew it would be another
ninety minutes before he would pass through the Pilliga and away from his own
thoughts keeping him diligent at the wheel of his prime mover.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The radio was not keeping him alert enough
and he decided to plug his trusty iPhone into the sound system and play the
music he knew would keep him alert and happy. Slipknot blurted out of the
speakers that surrounded him and he sang along with the thumping percussion of
‘Wait and Bleed” his all time favorite tune.</span></div>
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confident that the rest of the trip north would be simple and easy with his
next rest now around five hours away, which would set him up nicely to be in
Brisbane at first light. </span></div>
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hitch, but as he got comfortable, he looked left into the surrounding scrub and
noticed the nightlife waking up to greet him and his alert sensors in his brain
were now on high alert. The last run saw him chasing a small family of Emu’s
along the highway for a while hoping they would turn and head back into the
dense foliage and not in front of his man made dinosaur which could at worse
impede him by having to fill out a report of damage to the vehicle. They
ultimately headed his bellowing array or horns and fled away from the
diesel-fuelled monster, which made him extremely happy. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A bright light lingered to his left and
looked to be following him as he traversed the straight black tarmac along his
way to the next town. Still only half way in this leg of his trip, he knew very
well the dangers of ending up stranded in a place where most truckers would not
travel until daylight hours, let alone the inconvenience of being late for his
locked in delivery slot. </span></div>
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behind the trees, his spine chilled and his balls tightened in his Batman briefs.
The light then disappeared as fast as it appeared, and he let out a sigh of
relief closing his eyes for the smallest of milliseconds. </span></div>
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prime mover as a glowing flailing ball of bright light, his instincts were to
hit the brakes, but his heart took over as adrenaline pumped at the speed of
light around his body. His hands both shook and tightened on the steering wheel
as the apparition took shape and he saw what his mind could only describe as a
banshee with arms outstretched, mouth agape in a twisted effigy of a silent
scream that made his bladder release a small amount of urine into those
aforementioned briefs. </span></div>
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what he was seeing he ploughed on through the ball of flailing limbs and
glowing white hair that swirled like snakes around the gaunt and sorrowful face
as it screamed a high pitch wail on impact that turned his blood to ice water
within his veins.</span></div>
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stopping he heard what he thought was metal bounce off the bull bar at the
front and the rest of the small drive into Narrabri was spent in abject silence
and disbelief of what had happened. Terry never spoke of the incident that day
or the next for that matter but he knew within his heart he had finally met the
Pilliga Princess.</span></div>
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Ok this is the newly edited chapters 1thru 8 of my latest novel I am writing. It is not for everyone and it is just in its infancy at this stage. The premise is a man who has lived a life thus far but finds at age 48 he really does have a need for murder at an insatiable rate, but he is also a husband and father. <br />
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Its based on my life and you get to see and feel what Charles feels first hand. It is a ride where you hear his thoughts as he goes through life, which parts are true and what is not that's the question. We all have a Dalk Half if you believe Stephen King.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok so I am not used
to doing this but I saw somewhere on television that talking about things and
your feelings makes it easier to understand and it relieves the pressure you
feel during the day. Dr Phil maybe or I might have seen it on Ellen, never
mind.</span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now don’t get me
wrong, I am not at all happy about what I just did! But if there is something I
have learnt today, it’s that sometimes you’re thoughts get the better of you
and you react in a way that you normally wouldn’t do. In other words you
suppress your natural urges all day every day. But I just exercised my right to
do what I wanted to do, instead of pretending, and well now I have a small
problem.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I didn’t even know
her name, Look at her, pretty little thing even if she was a touch messed up from
drugs and possibly a shit upbringing with daddy issues, but from now on she is going to be called number one.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Number one is Blonde,
well bleached blond, cute and young, the oral sex was rushed, but that’s
understandable considering we are in my car, the only real problem that I can
see before me is that I have my DNA sitting in her mouth, throat and stomach. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But hang on a
minute; I should not get too far ahead of myself. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My name is Charles Davies;
I’m forty eight years of age as of my last birthday which is today, happy
birthday to me. I am your average white suburban male of moderate upbringing
nothing amazing about me except I have great job, a beautiful wife and two
amazing daughters.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I have been
successful this far in my life, in many ways. Sport, love, family, all fairly
modest and nothing stand out. Maybe that’s the problem! I have had such an
average life so far. But again I am getting ahead of myself, let me try and
explain what my life has been like up to now. That way we can get to know each
other before the real me kicks in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I grew up in a new
suburb in Adelaide, and was born on the sixth of July nineteen sixty four. Yes
at the end of the baby boomers and the beginning of the new Generation X. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My father was a
hard man, nothing like the mild old fella he is today. He used to lump wheat
bags for a living at fifteen over on the west coast of South Australia in the
fifties. Back then you were a man at sixteen and drinking hard as well as
playing hard. The country taught him one lesson, be hard and take only that
which belongs to you. It also taught him that if you did anything wrong you got
the shit kicked out of you by the other lads. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The reason he was
there was because his father had died when he was just a baby and being the
youngest of seven children meant he had to earn his keep, and support himself
and help his mother. Now I knew my grandmother quite well and she took no shit
from anyone and was a tough old Irish lass.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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years until at twenty he met my mother and married her before she could get
away. My mother god rest her soul was my only real soul mate and she also came
from a quite disruptive upbringing. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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at an early age in Burra, a small mining town a couple of hours north of
Adelaide. At just six years of age she was uprooted to live with her
grandmother in Wallaroo, a small town east of Burra, as her father was a
drunken womanizer and wanted nothing to do with the child. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">After ten amazing
years with her grandmother learning about life and generally growing up with
her values <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>she passing away from cancer
leaving the just sixteen year old to fend for herself in a small country town
with little or no support and no real <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>prospects of her own. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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a tall suntanned smooth talking stranger came to town one evening she latched
onto the old man and they were then engaged at nineteen and married just a year
later. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She always told me
it was because he had a sports car that she married him because she thought he
had money.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Some seven years
later I was born into what was, for lack of a better term, a middle class
family. I am the younger of two boys, my brother a full two years older than I
am, but he is about eight inches shorter and started going bald at twenty five.
Me on the other hand stand now at six feet three inches in my sox and have most
of my hair except that it’s a tad grey, but I was born with the best weapon of
all, a charming smile and gentle disposition. I learnt pretty much from the
first day I had to communicate with those around me as a child I knew was
different.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was a large child
both in size and stature, and by the time I could run around and put boots on,
I was being honed by my father as the footballer he could never be. Not that
American Gridiron or Soccer, but good old hard hitting head down Aussie rules
football. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Woops, I should
slow down again I am going too fast.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was at the age of four, I realized that I
had a penis, and I loved this floppy yet at times hard piece of skin. It was
singularly the most fascinating appendage I had, and I would rub it on anything
I could find, I found the texture of the carpet under my bed was the best place,
but I would love the feeling so much I would sometimes rub my willy (as mum
called it) raw, and trying to explain to mum what happened was an exercise in
me learning at the tender and young age of just four to lie. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Mum wasn’t stupid,
but she was confused as to why I was so sexually active at such an early age. I
remember her having conversations with other mums and doctors thinking that I
had no idea what she was talking about, but it seemed I was a bit of an enigma.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I fell in love with
girls and their beautiful cotton panties in grade one at my very first day at primary
school, at the tender age of five, and still to this day have the fetish that
has served me well through all these years. I didn’t matter the size or shape I
loved them all.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was sent smiling off
to the headmasters’ office at age six for lifting girls’ dresses at school, he
too was perplexed but had seen almost everything in his fifteen years at the
school as a teacher and now headmaster and he let me off with a warning not to
do it again. (Yeah right)<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">If I remember
rightly it was at this time I had my first real dark thought about women in
general, tying them up so I could lift up their dresses and look at their
beautiful panties at my leisure.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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wet dream that I still remember fondly, and with a smile, I still use this
memory to this day when I masturbate sometimes.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It goes a little
like this:<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I am a millionaire
and have the most beautiful girls all around me in shiny gold bikinis that have
had the area where the nipples are cut away and exposed. The bottoms also had the
crotch open and exposed so I could see all the parts I wanted to and still see
the material pulled taught around the amazing buttocks. I was allowed to look
but because I had no idea at such a young age what the bits were actually for I
could not touch. That addition to my dream came a few years later when I
realized what they were for by looking at magazines my brother had hidden away
from our parents.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">By the next stage
in my life I was playing football every chance I had and being the tallest kid
for my age I was always a ruckman, for those who don’t know Aussie rules, the big
guy in the centre that jumps for the ball. Sort of like a tip off in basketball
but with full contact.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was pretty good
at it too, and I continued playing at the highest levels for my age for many
years to come, captaining winning teams in multiple premierships being bestowed
best and fairest trophies for my efforts and multiple requests from clubs to
come and play for them.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At twelve years of age, being six foot tall
and weighing eighty kilograms I was to the outside world an adult. My body had
developed at an alarming rate and I was now masturbating at such a rate of
knots, my mother could not clean my sheets enough.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I always had these dark
thoughts of sex and control in my mind, more passive still at this young stage
as I had never seen a naked woman in the flesh and really only the scantily
clothed babes on “The Benny Hill Show” which was on before I went to bed, which
more often than not was a bonus for me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Although I was a
large I was quiet, some said I was a shy gentle boy, good at school and sport
but no real luck with the ladies, I knew the facts, I was a fat kid and so
overbearingly tall that this led me to look intimidating to my teachers, let
alone girls my own age.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">At the age of ten I
had one of the grade six boys’ tease me on what must have been a bad day, and as
well as hurling abuse at me, he tried to kick me as he was showing off to his
friends calling me a freak and fatso all at the same time, well I was no longer
the quiet kid, the gentle giant.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I cracked, five
years of teasing and bullying hit a climax that day and all I could hear were
torments and jibes, kids laughing and pointing at the weak fat kid. As he
lashed out with his foot I grabbed it in mid air, the next couple of minutes
seemed to stop in my mind and in what was an eternity of thinking and hurt I
tossed him in the air like a rag doll and waited until he hit the ground. Complete
silence was now the only sound; I could hear my heart beet as well as the
sounds of several sharp intakes of breath as the others watched on in
amazement.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Once he was down
and winded I jumped on top, pinned his arms with my knees and punched him over
and over. Rage took over my body and I grabbed this unfortunate boys head and
smashing it into the ground, over and over. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It took two
teachers and three students to get me off him, I really couldn’t remember much
after that, except my trip to the headmasters’ office and the phone call home
to my mother. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The neatly dressed
master looked at me and shook his head, then he very softly took my hand and
said, “It’s done now, you have that out of your system, let’s not do that again,
ok Charles?” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I smiled and I knew
what he meant, I was the biggest kid in school and even most of the teachers
were not as big as I was, so I made him a promise that I would do my best not
to hurt anyone ever again, unless it was for the betterment of the school
football team, he smiled and let me go home early. The other kids stood up for
me and said I was just looking out for myself and that the other kid acted
first. The difference was I went home in a car with my mum; the other kid was
in an ambulance.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">When my father got
home from work he rushed over to me, and stuck a five dollar note in my hand
and said “well done son, I hope you hurt him good?” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Mum was just
worried that I had turned, and I would use my size for evil and not good but I
promised her I would not as she brushed away a tear, realizing I was no longer
her little boy, but a rapidly maturing young man. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My one girl friend
and friend being the operative word through my entire journey from childhood to
adolescence, was an amazing creature called Lisa.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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on the face of the planet and the fact we would muck around and she let me
touch her arse and boobs was just that we had fun, but we were mates so nothing
more ever happened.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She fed my fetishes
because we were mates and I would follow her home on our bikes and watch as her
dress flapped around in the breeze to reveal her flower print panties, go home
and jack off so hard it hurt in the shower. When soap gets in the eye of your
penis it hurts girls!<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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only plutonic and she allowed me to be me with all my weird fetishes, size, and
needs. She would allow me to do and see things that kept me calm and in a way,
I know I was being used by her in a symbiotic relationship because I worshiped
the ground she walked on. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Her home life was
crap and her mother struggled with a second husband that tried to get it on
with Lisa and she was now living with her grandmother because of it. I think In
a way I was the love she sort out from her nonexistent family life, I was her
friend, her protector and she knew I would never do anything to hurt her, but
we lost contact after primary school and I still to this day miss her dearly.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">High school for me though
was an amazing place, there were short skirts and boobs everywhere it was the
seventies and hems were high as well as the support bras the girls wore. But
alas I was still a fatty and now at just over six feet tall I was taller than
all of my teachers.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I blended in well,
a good student and sportsman with major positions on the football and cricket
teams as well as the state shot-put champion; I was a as always a valued member
of the sporting fraternity within the school. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It didn’t seem to matter
that I was fat or large; it was almost revered by some that we would win
matches and ultimately premierships and flags at the end of the year. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Still no luck with
the ladies but hey, I was too busy with sport, with training and playing taking
up to six days a week. This went on for another two and a half years, and then out
of the blue almost, something happened to me on my fifteenth birthday.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I shot up and hit
six feet three and lost a stack of weight almost overnight. I had muscles that
must have been lurking under all the fat and a physique I didn’t realize I
owned. All those years of playing sport made me quite homed when you removed
all the blubber hanging around it, and I had a mustache.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My hair was long and thick with drop curls
that fell behind my ears with a luster girls dreamt of, but most of all for
some reason now girls wanted me! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was a “Hunk” as
one girl said to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Pretty girls, older
girls, started to notice me and it felt good to say the least. I was now not
the fat kid in the back but the one the girls wanted to be with at parties and
especially now my football was taking off they wanted to be known as the
girlfriend of the guy who played for Port Adelaide.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It was great fun
but for a shy guy who was tormented by the beautiful people most of his life it
got a little too much. As a result it was also around this time I started to
really go to town with the dark thoughts, and although I never hurt anyone, I
would have visions and masturbate about holding three of them in my room and fucking
them whenever I wanted to.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was rapidly moving
into my teens a handsome yet quietly depraved individual, but no-one but me had
any idea what was going on inside my mind at this point. The tall handsome baby
faced teenager was developing his internal dialogue of darkness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I had a steady
girl, a tall red head with milky white skin laced with delicate freckles that
enticed me as I looked into her dark hazel eyes. But alas she dropped me like a
rock for a guy with a car, so I went back to fantasy and sport my two life
staples yet again as the pressure to perform on the field was greater than ever
if I wanted to become the star I had always dreamt I would one day become. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I became entrenched
in my sport and through my teams I was able to meet other like minded young men,
and it seems we were pretty much all cut from the same cloth as my mother would
say. It was my sport that ultimately introduced my young growing mind to drugs
and “Gangys”: (young girls that didn’t fit in with the normal society groups, most
of them from broken homes and in low income areas.)<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">There roll was to let
the high achiever boys do whatever they liked to them. This had a social stigma
but it allowed the girls a way they could be feel like they belonged to part of
such an important social group. They were treated like royalty around the club
and given the best seats at games as well as being allowed in the rooms
straight after games while we showered and changed.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I remember vividly
the night I had my first hand job from a girl called Cheryl, she was average to
look at and very easy to forget but she dressed like a slut and she would get
free dope and acid at our parties so she was always there. She fumbled with my
fly and took my already large member out and gasped as she held it. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was a big boy in
more ways than one! She smiled and stroked me while I rubbed my hands all over
her body but mainly her panty covered ass. She kissed me and I shot into her
hand a gusher of jizz, and one pulse saw a glob hit her face just on her top lip.
She didn’t make a sound, just licked her lip and bent down to clean the rest
off of my now spent and receding stiffness.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Lifting her head up
she lent in and kissed me, I went off, my head spinning and my mind full of
thoughts swirled as my flaccid meat went ridged in her hand. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cheryl laughed and
I pushed her face on my cock and fucked her orifice hard and fast. She tried to
get away but I just held her there until I felt her teeth on my rod like
member. I didn’t flinch, exploded hard and savored the moment; I lifted her off
and threw her aside like a rag doll. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She cried and said
she was going to get someone to sort me out, but I laughed at her and called
her a drugged up no good slut and told her to piss off as I put my little man
away and went to get another beer.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It wasn’t me but
the thought of what she did to me sent a tingle to the base of my ball sack and
still to this day makes me as hard as a rock. I still recall that image in my
head at times when I jerk off even now all these years later, but now I know
it’s the power as much as the sex that drove my erection and ultimate release.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It wasn’t until a
couple of years later that I finally settled with a girl and thought I was in
love, mainly because she was sucking my cock on a regular basis. I was a star
in my chosen sport and by the time I was eighteen I was a hero, fit tall and
handsome, with an air of vulnerability about me that chicks dug. Little did
they know it was all just a rouse, I remembered what my old headmaster said,
“Keep it under control” I learned that loved to manipulate people, or should I
say, I love to manipulate people. Using their fears and emotions! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I use comedy to
annihilate people in a fun way and learned to be the centre of attention but
deflect the meaning behind it. I could come and go easily but never really be
memorable for any of it except they would miss me if I wasn’t there at times.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And then in the
blink of an eye my sporting career ended in a cloud of pain and anguish just
six months later. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I blew out both
knees in a game that will go down in history as a major turning point in my
life.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">After reconstructive
surgery, and a year of rehabilitation to learn to walk properly again I came
out of my dream, but my chosen job was starting to show signs of advancement,
so I put all the energy I would have used in my sport into my work and it paid
off, I was remarkably good at doing what they wanted me to do.. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was also still in
my stable relationship at this time and she was pretty with ambition, so I
decided I would ask her to marry me. Not unheard of in the eighties and being
only nineteen I popped the question and married her twelve months later.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was in heaven, I
was getting as much sex as I wanted and I was in control. I worked my ass off
twelve hour days, Saturdays as well for three years to pay off our bank loans
and by twenty three I was debt free! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I didn’t owe anyone
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now you would think
that’s amazing, and it was, no debt money coming out of my arse to buy whatever
I wanted and I did, but it was at this time my dark thoughts surfaced once again.
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My wife was working
nights and weekends even though she didn’t need to anymore and my life became almost
sterile, to a degree I was again invisible to the world at large. Because of
this my weight spiralled out of control and I put on fifteen kilograms in as
many weeks and I fell into a depression of my own making and ultimately I was a
victim of Bulimia.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I would hire
videos, yes VCR’s and masturbate myself raw while crying, then after gorging on
whatever food I had bought or could find, because I was lonely, I would purge
and do it all again. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My pain was evident
to me only and not to anyone else. I was becoming sheltered and resented my
wife bitterly for not being there for me. She was obsessed with money and
worked to save and save and save. Me I just wanted to live, enjoy the life I
had worked for this and I wanted to travel the world, see things I had never
thought I would, and explore the world. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Then as if planned one
day it happened again, a knock at my door and a beautiful young blonde who was
selling paintings or something, I can’t really remember because I was looking
at her intently with thoughts of bondage and sex running through my mind. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I remember vividly
because it was a stinking hot day and she looked absolutely beat. I asked her
inside where it was cool, and I offered her a large ice cold drink as further
enticement, to which d she said “that would be great”. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I watched as she
walked past me, her odour the first thing that hit me, a sweet, musky smell of
hot woman that sent a spark to my aching ball sacks. She sat and after a little
small talk I found out her name was Olga. She was an art student back packing
around Australia and she did this door to door sales job to pay for her travels
and accommodation. I offered her the tall glass of cold water, ice cubes
clinking as she took the receptacle from me and some of the ice fluid spilled
down her front over her breast.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Her right nipple
reacted immediately to the cold water and air rushing past it from the evaporative
air-conditioning and she never once thought to cover up or blush at the outcome.
We started talking and I asked her some inane questions when out of the blue she
said smiling, “Look mister If I blow you will you buy one of my paintings
please, I need the money” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My answer was thus
“How about I give you two hundred bucks and we shower and fuck like rabbits.”
She smiled again and took my hand as we walked to the bathroom.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Let’s just say the
sex was great I don’t need to go into details here because it is only part of
the story. She was so pretty naked and only a couple of years younger than me
and with her northern European skin so white and pure like porcelain I was
transfixed to the water flowing over her. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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was just that amazingly beautiful. We chatted after and she went on her way
back into the now almost darkness that had fallen, and to her backpacker hotel
a couple of hundred bucks richer and I hope satisfied. I never saw her again,
but the memory of that incident fuelled another fiction in my mind as I fucked
my wife that night when she came home late. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Wow your hard
tonight” she had said to me. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I remember because
my cock actually ached as I was remembering my meeting with Olga but in my mind
the outcome was completely different. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The fantasy was
much darker and sinister with me knocking her unconscious and ripping her
clothes off, raping her in every hole and then using her panties to strangle
her as I was inside her. I exploded in my wife just as my fantasy came to an
end and I was literally spent. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Lying next to her I
started to talk to myself internally about what I was feeling and thinking, I
could not hurt someone could I? <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The feeling was
overwhelming and I could feel my organ filling with blood yet again. It was the
thought of the power over another human being that was the turn on, the sex
really was just a means to an end. What was I thinking, could I do it, I can’t,
I just can’t this is wrong, I should have a stop valve to not allow me to think
of these things. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I laid there
contemplating life as I moved my left hand to my wife ass and gave it a little
rub; she made a noise but then drifted off again. My sanity was prevailing but
for how much longer I could not say! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Needless to say
that my marriage to my first wife ended some three years later with us trying
to have a family and start to enjoy life, but the renewed madness that comes
from frustration knowing you can never have children sent her over the edge. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I really tried I
did, I never did anything bad after that night with Olga and I put to bed my
dark urges. The depression that followed the breakup and ultimate divorce was a
trigger but I had no mental bullets left.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Let’s just say that
my first marriage was a great platform for the ongoing period of my life for a
little while from here on in. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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Well after my divorce I hit the darkest days of my life for a period, and
because I didn’t really know what I wanted now that my life was fucked up suicide
was on the table for a period, because I just could not console myself against
the things I did to create a feeling of love lost within my relationship. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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was a big part of why the marriage failed, but never the less I felt deep heart
ache, and I had thoughts and desires that transcended humanity itself at times and
apart from work, I spent my time smoking and drinking myself to an early grave.
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infused night I had a dream that turned my life around. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The dream was me
floating in a tank suspended in fluid with drains and pipes attached to me, a
device on my face that was breathing for me. I felt useless, utterly
un-empowered and a husk of a man, that could not even breath for himself, and
people all around pointing and laughing at me as I floated unable to
communicate that I alive inside my watery confines.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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and I even made and ate breakfast for the first time in months, dressed for
work and bounded in to my workplace a different man from the one that existed
for the previous six years. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I was confident and
assured of myself and I was coming to terms with who I was as a person. My
demeanour on the outside was charming and I reverted to my manipulating best. I
became the best I could at everything I touched but with an air of aloofness
that saw me the man in charge but still one of the team. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I used this
knowledge and inbuilt attribute at night as I frequented and trawled for women
at the Adelaide casino. A tall empowered but vulnerable twenty seven year old
man with a baby face and a dark glint in his eye I found was very much welcome
in this environment and as such I befriended many and knew none; I was a quick
study in the way of people and used my time here to hone my techniques. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Money for me was
tight at this stage because I had lost half of everything I worked for thus far,
with a house again to pay for and bills again that ate into spending and
savings, but not elusive to a player of people, I was a master of the lonely
wife or aging single woman.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I sat at the
roulette table with my customary one hundred dollars in chips and lost most of
them in a ten minute streak of obvious bad luck. I huffed, sighed to myself
stood and corrected my tie and jacket as I went to leave when a tall leggy
brunette, well dressed and possibly in her mid forties passed me a stack of her
chips, looking straight in my eyes she said “here babe play with these and if
you win, keep the winnings all I want is my investment back.” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I nodded and held
my hand out to her, “Charles is my name and I am more than flattered but I
can’t accept your offer” I held the line of dialogue open waiting for her to
finish my sentence.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Stephanie, my name is Stephanie, you my dear
boy can call me Steph if it pleases you, and this is not a request it’s an
order!” she said eyes glinting in the extreme light of the ornate chandeliers.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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beat she was amazing, beautiful and confident beyond belief.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“But what if I lose
it all” I asked my newly acquainted friend. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Well there are
other ways to collect, are there not” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I stumbled and
looked coyly at her with an air of shy bravado that seemed to make her even
more elated than I knew she already was. You see she thought she was the one
with the power but I knew different.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">To cut a long story
short over the next hour I used Stephs’ money to my best advantage and made
myself a tidy profit of just over three thousand dollars while using her money.
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Needless to say I
left her house at six am for work in the same clothes after an amazing night of
intimacy and love making that went on until well after four in the morning. I
let her feel as though she played the young man and ended up with what she
wanted, but I got everything I planned for that night and continued to do so
with varying women for the next six months.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would play with their money win pocket the
difference and if I lost I still got to please them in such a way as they would
then pimp me out to their girlfriends, sometimes I would have two or more at once
which was fun for an egotistical twenty six year old. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I had to stop this
after the six months as I was quickly becoming that which I did not want to be,
I was visible, and not the ghost I started out being and wanting to be. I
started a new relationship with a younger woman at work; I needed to
consolidate myself as a family man, and at the same time was offered a position
in the United Kingdom at a green field start up sight for the company I was
working for. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Marriage and a move
later, I am a thirty something in a new country with a whole set of new people
to learn about. Sex for me in this new country was as easy as opening my mouth,
being an Aussie in the UK was all the rage in the nineties and the woman wanted
to bed one married or single. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">All I had to do to
get laid was speak, and I could not keep up with myself as I tallied up my
conquests. They were all inadequate and not worth much but as it turned out it were
a place to enjoy the bodies and flesh of some beautiful English roses.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I also found out
they loved my fetish and some would parade in their panties for me before sex,
or keep them on for me during sex, gotta love the English girls. Then one day
it all changed, my wife was pregnant and I was going to be a father so I needed
to buckle down and disappear again back into an invisible life of the normal
family man. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The next few years
were so compliant from me it wasn’t funny, I was a dad and a husband of such
equal measure no-one could have guessed my inner thoughts at night and on the
new thing called the internet, on chat rooms like ICQ was quietly feeding my
burning inner addiction for power and sex. I had three slaves who would do
anything I asked and they would take pictures and post them back to me showing
all sorts of depraved acts. One had a beer bottle in her ass while she was
using a dildo, and another sent me pics of herself being abused anal by some guy,
while handcuffed to a frame. As I say it’s not the sex that was enticing but
the power I held over them to do my bidding. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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further two years before I met up with Jenny.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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through ICQ and she was a beautiful African American girl of twenty one who was
studying in Cambridge for three months as part of her studies. I met her in a
hotel just outside of Cambridge and her special fetish had me intrigued, she
loved to reach orgasm at the same time as she was being gently strangled. I
found this totally stimulating we had all the upfront foreplay and she started
with the “do me now” speak so I moved behind her and using a scarf gently
pulled it tight as I was fucking her, she went mad and I could feel her getting
worked up more and more telling me, “Tighter, tighter” so I did just a little
and I could hear her struggling for air but she told me more so I did and just
as her pussy tightened and she came she collapsed on the bed, passed out, or
dead I did not know.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I reached around
looking for a pulse and sure enough her heart was still beating fast, I noticed
my cock was rock hard with the excitement and I entered the now unmoving body
and used every hole I could, her vagina, ass and mouth, I didn’t last long and
before you could say bingo I let a huge wad of seamen loose in her warm yet un
flinching vagina. She came around moments later and noticed I had cum in her
and she smiled and said, “Get off on that did we baby”. I looked at her and
said “yes I did but not until you were out to it sorry, I didn’t think you
would pass out!” and with that she got all upset and started to put her clothes
on. I looked at her puzzled, “what did I do wrong” I asked with genuine unknowing.
“You fucked me when I was out of it you sick fucker! That’s what’s wrong.” She
yelled at me. “I don’t get it, I screw you and strangle you, and that’s ok! But
if I finish after you pass out then I’m the sick one?” I yelled back. She
looked at me and said “I have a fetish, not a need to be a fuck toy for a
necrophiliac!” and she stormed out of the room and slammed the door. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I sat unknowing and
thought about what she said, and yes it wasn’t the sex or the feeling of her
warmth around my cock that did the job, but the fact that I could use her for
whatever purpose I wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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I was ten years old flooded my mind and I smiled a ten year old smile filled
with wonderment and naughtiness. “Now that’s what I like” I said aloud to
myself and I looked in the mirror on the wall. Looking back at me for the first
time in over thirty five years was a man who knew what he liked and it took a
twenty five year old memory of a dream and a stupid bitch to realize it. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I had found my love
in life and there was no way my loving wife would play dead for me even though
our sex since the birth of my daughter Jessica has pretty much been roll on
roll off. I wondered and then shook my head no! I needed her, I loved her but
she could never give me all I required that was now plainly obvious to me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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Australia and six years behind me in the UK had opened my eyes to so much about
me and my life. I was now for the first time actively looking for a submissive
so I could live out my fantasies. My job saw me travel extensively to both
Melbourne and Sydney with overnight stays so I sought out a network of women
that I could have power over and do what I liked. In the mean time I had
another daughter Louise and a sex life at home that was so rudimentary that it
was border line hardly worth it at all. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">All of this brings me
up to now and yes ten years on from my return to Australia I have a great job,
a thriving family consisting of a wife and two beautiful and amazing daughters,
one who is as smart as a whip and the other talented in the ways of music but
she is yet to fully realize it at this point in her young life. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My wife says I dote
on them too much but it’s a fathers’ prerogative to want the best for his
children, especially his daughters. I would kill for them and protect them with
my entire being, they are a part of me and that I can never lose.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My only concern is
that my unique fetish with willing participants that I have all over the
country is now going to have to go on the back burner and I need to be
nondescript yet again at forty eight.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Why? I hear you
ask, well as I said when we started this journey I find myself sitting in my
car with an amazingly young dead unnatural blonde corpse in my lap and a raging
hard on!<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Holy shit I actually
killed her, she made me! No, I made me! Damn this is what I wanted all along,
isn’t it, shit oh well at least now I have my toy. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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quickly her slack body is starting to leak fluids from every orifice. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh Shit I have nothing to use. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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is setting in, breathing getting fast and erratic, slow down son don’t lose it
now not after all these years, this is what we have been working for)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok the drive to
North Haven is only a short distance from here; I’m in the back streets of
Mansfield Park just behind the football oval. I drive my foot is shaking and
the car is starting to stink up a tad of dead girl. Shit I came in her mouth
before I strangled her, my DNA is all over and in her. I can’t keep this one;
she has me all over her maybe even hair and skin plus seamen shit. Those little
bastards stay alive for hours and are probably having a field day with all the
fluid in her throat. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok a white cliff,
that’s where I need to go, it’s still light! Gotta ring the wife before she
gets suspicious, where’s the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hey babe……Yeah I
am working late tonight on that tender should be home by no later than eight
ok?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Ok, I’ll get some bread and fresh
milk from the servo on the way home……ok……..Love you too” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok that’s done.
Drive Charles, seat is down so it looks like she’s asleep on the seat.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Damn
dead girl is sexy; I might just have a play with her while I drive)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Radio! Put the
radio on let’s get some music here; I can’t believe I killed her, did I kill
her, yep she’s dead. Wow I feel electric, iPod that’s what I need some Slipknot
or Manson. Ok, Manson it is the new CD, awesome stuff. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Some wanker in a
blue commodore looking at me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(What
are you looking at dipshit, never seen a guy sing to himself in a car with a
dead chick before) <o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He can’t see her
anyway she all laid back and out of view, mmm her panties are all soaked, I
wonder if she is still warm. Little bit but the pussy is all slack. Oh dear she
is getting smelly.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(How
do I get that smell of death out of the car? Clean it, yes there is a car wash
up the road from where I’m gonna dump her.)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Good the darkness
is staring to settle in now, ok pull off here and drive to the end then turn
right, “I’m running from the bloodless for all of my crimes, Shun the light,
shun the light” I love this song.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Almost there now
don’t panic son keep it together, remember what the old man told you breathe in
through the nose out the mouth in steady breaths. That’s how you maximize your
oxygen intake, she’s not, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(ha, ha)</i> I
made myself laugh. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok now I gotta lift
her out of the passenger seat, shit this is what they mean by dead weight, fuck
she’s only fifty kilos but it feels like a tone. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Noise,
outside, what was that nothing – I’m getting paranoid)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nothing there
dickhead, ok out the car move we gotta get her out and dumped before someone notices
what I’m doing. Ok under the arms, Oh Yuk what’s that bile dripping down her
chin, oh god that’s disgusting. Right lets be getting her clothes of, trainers
first, socks, undo her dress and take it, oh stained pink panties. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Do
I want to one last time?)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I’ve undressed her
and wiped all the excess fluids away with some toilet paper I always keep in
the car a habit my father got me into. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As I entered the
lifeless orifice I laughed and thought of my wife this is pretty much our sex
life minus the raging hard on I have now.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Oh my it’s cool and
rubbery, but it’s nice, I ended her life and she is no more, I did that, and as
I remembered killing her I emptied the contents of my balls in her dead muff. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Shit
lost control, gotta get on with the task at hand)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Petrol I need
petrol, the five litre can in the back for emergencies will do just fine. Make
a pile with her clothes and douse it good, Now I need a depression so the body
will burn, piece of timber in the boot, I’ll drag that and make a shallow
depression and put her in , um hey I know, dry grass and twigs lots of twigs, damn
this is hot work, I might just lose some weight if I keep this up. Ok that’s
enough kindling, now the timber on top, douse it good. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Shit
what am I doing?)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok place her on
top, where is that funnel I had, that’s better now pour some down her throat
and fill her stomach and lungs, fill her pussy and ass as well so it will go up
and destroy all DNA I may have left behind. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Use
the fishing knife you have in the back) <o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That’s it I’ll make
an incision in the stomach and fill her up as well.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Damn I stink of
petrol now, fuck it how am I going to explain that. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Easy
fill the car up on the way home and tell her you spilled some as you overfilled
it) <o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That’s it, easy she
will believe that, this is so much fun.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok now a match, my
kingdom for a match. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(I’m
hungry maybe I’ll pick up same Maccas on the way home and a Sundae for the
girls.)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Whoosh, up ya go
darling, and thanks for the fun.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Car, now, drive
gotta get out of here before they send someone to investigate. Take the back
streets, no stick to the main roads they will be searching the back streets
once this hits. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(What I didn’t see
was the body burning, the body of the lifeless girl explodes in flames fueled
by the petrol I had filled her with, flames exploded from every orifice and it
wasn’t long before she was starting to disintegrate with the generated heat.
Such a lovely little thing she was.)<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fill the car up, that’s it whistle while you
do it smile and stay calm, pull into the shell and act normal, pop the tank,
look around and yawn looking at your watch and fill it with unleaded, forty two
thousand three hundred and twenty seven kilometers was on the odometer that I
would have to remember, over and over I repeat it to myself. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Click<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Full ok now spill
some on purpose so the attendant can see you clean it up. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh shit” that’s it
make a scene “damn all over my trousers and shoes”. They are all watching good.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You ok buddy” a
young ‘P’ plate driver asks me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yep but I’m gonna
stink now, the wife is going to be upset with me” I laugh with him and walk in
the servo to pay using my petrol card. I remembered the odometer as well. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Sweetheart, yes I
know its seven twenty love……………aha, yep…oh hay you will need to soak my clothes
when I get home too, I had a spill with the petrol as I was filling up……….yep
socks as well………of course, oh do the girls want a sundae? I am stopping at
maccas……………………ok two chocolate fudge, see ya soon babe…..yea I love you too.”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Phew that’s that,
now just to get the stuff on the way home and take a shower. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It’s a balmy night
thank Christ I can leave the windows down, I need to wipe the seats too I
forgot, hand towels, baby wipes, late night woolies is open until nine pm, it’s
on the way. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The radio is on
“I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, I’m wanted……wannnteedd dead or alive” I
love this song; don’t care much for Bonjovi but this song is a classic.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok, park pop in and
straight out, mmm doughnuts one ninety-nine for six, ok for later when I’m
watching the walking dead I taped. Pay now leave, let’s move next stop
maccas,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder if she’s all gone or if
they found her yet, it’s only been twenty minutes. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Sirens in the
distance maybe they found her, late news will tell me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Welcome to McDonalds
how can I help you” the fresh voice said from a speaker as I pulled up.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I’ll have a Big Mac
with cheese large size, diet coke and four chocolate hot fudge sundaes please”
I finished<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Drive to the first
window that will be sixteen fifty thanks” she finished <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Driving up to the
window, pay cash not credit that way there is no transaction that can tie me
here, Shit the phone call they can triangulate or something and tell where I
was. Shut up and concentrate. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Fifty cents
change, drive to the next window please” the spotty fifteen year old said to
me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now for the drive
home, and clean the seat as I drive. It’s not that bad and the car smells like
babies bum instead of dead teen which is a bonus.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I am starving; I’ll
eat some fries on the way. Phone ringing.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hello mate haw are
you? ……….good………..nup just heading home now………..the weekend, no
problem……..coffee Saturday after the gym……….same place, cool ok buddy see you
then.”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He is such a nice
guy a tad geeky but he is a fab friend is Steve.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Punch the garage
door key and up she goes, glide in and shut off the engine, mmm how to get all
the stuff inside now. The door opened from the house to the garage, “Lou how
are you baby” I said.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She eyed me up and
saw the chocolate sundaes and said. “I love you dad, can I carry them please.” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I suppose but be
very careful there is one each and if you want you can have a couple of my
fries” I finished as I handed her the tray with the gooey goodness and I
slipped some fries in her open awaiting mouth like a father Magpie feeding his
young. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Fanks Jad” she
said as she led the way inside the house.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I kissed Susan my
wife. “Damn you stink, get those clothes off this minute.” She said as she took
my brief case and burger bag from me. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As I was getting
undressed I had an air of normality hit me for the first time in a couple of
hours, the previous three hours were so surreal to me as if I watched a movie
of me killing and fucking a corpse, then burning the evidence away. Gotta love
five years of watching the CI channel to give me all the information I need to
not get caught. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I slipped into a
top and some shorts and went back to the kitchen and sat eating my burger,
watching my family devour the ice treats. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Busy day love”
Susan said smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I looked at her
thinking, she knows something, but the puzzled look on her face told me
otherwise. I smiled and a mouthful of half chewed burger spilled out into view
which made Lou laugh out aloud. “Oh dad Yuk” she said. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Toc326921853"></a><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Toc326920816"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Toc326921853;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;">Chapter
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“A
body was found just after eight pm tonight in a shallow ditch, one kilometer
south of Outer harbor, the body is being taken to Adelaide forensics building
to hopefully identify the victim.” <o:p></o:p></span></u></i></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“On
a lighter note the handbag affair that has local offi……….”<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">OK turn that down, don’t
want to give anyone ideas just yet, The cops wont know what’s what at the
moment yet anyway, the details will be all under wraps until they work the
scene, look for any evidence, and then publish about one tenth of the details.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Shit!” I didn’t
try and hide the tread marks on the tires!<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What’s the matter
love?” Susan said hearing my outburst.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh nothing I just remembered I need new tires
soon and that’s about five hundred bucks we don’t necessarily have.” She nodded
and carried on cleaning up the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I’ll do it later, but
not just yet, if I act to quickly they might trace the tread marks back to a make
and model and then find me. (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">No they
won’t, they have no motive and no suspect</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That’s right I’m
not a criminal I don’t exist on any data bases anywhere, so far my life has
been squeaky clean. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I smiled and blew a
kiss to Susan as I turned to look at her at the sink.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Are you coming to
bed babe?” she asked my quietly as she finished her clean up and placed the red
and blue checked tea towel back on the oven hand rail.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Na I think I’ll
just sit and finish watching the news first hun” I replied back to her, but I
won’t be watching the TV for long.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She came over
kissed me out of habit more than anything and made her way to the bedroom up
the hallway. The audible click of the bedroom door closing led me to the
computer, right, check emails, nothing, face book, a few likes and shit but as
usual it’s a load of crap. Anyone who can tell me otherwise is a demented teenager;
Face book is crap and just a way for people to stay out of arms reach and post
crap and food pics! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok Porn time, onto
Chaturbate and watch all those lovely little things doing whatever for money,
that’s more like it. Hello daddy, the little fella is ready and willing, and
the open air feels good around my shaft. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">(Slowly
don’t be in a rush now, but damn she is cute though, take it baby, oh yes
that’s it. Concentrate Charlie, don’t unload yet, but she is so hot, oh that’s
a girl take it all, make her gag on it.)<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">OH yes that’s it
take it all over your face baby.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Always a mess, but
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok turn it off and
get ready for bed, big day tomorrow, I might need to arrange a trip interstate,
I need to spend more time with Marcus so he is up to speed with the new project.
That’s what I’ll do spend some time with a friend and work colleague. That way
I still look like a good guy and business man. I wiped up the spent mess from
my hand and shut the computer and made my way in darkness to my comfortable
bed. My god she is already snoring like a rhino with a sinus infection, lucky I
can sleep through her rumblings. (Yawn!) Oh well I can always fix that one day,
but not yet the girls are far too young still.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Eyes
opening, the face of that young girl she’s looking up at me with my meat in her
mouth. That’s it baby take it all. My cock is getting hot, what’s going on, her
face is melting the heat, my cock is on fire, I scream!<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Are you ok love”
Susan asks as she pats my arm.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yep all good love”
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Damn that was
weird, I have never had such an intense feeling in my dreams before, and this
is new. Guilt I wonder, conscience maybe? I don’t know which, but if I can
relive the murders in my mind like this, damn who needs porn, my knob is the
size of a babies forearm, and tight like its fit to burst. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Back to sleep with
you Charles you’re up early for the gym remember, that’s it drift off and
remember.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“BEEP,BEEP,BEEP”
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That stopped it.
Five thirty am I slowly get up and get dressed into my well laid out clothes
and grab my already packed gym bag. Trying to be as quiet as possible I crept
out and got in the red Kia Rio six speed manual parked in the drive way.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The drive to the
gym was quiet and my mind still tired from the restless night. I spent a solid
hour on the cross trainer with my mind empty and not thinking about anything I
burned calories and worked out, lifting and pushing heavy weight around making
muscles and ligaments ache.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A young girl walked in, Amanda I think her
name is, she is so fit and has the arse of a ten year old boy and fake tits
that make her shape more pronounced. She waves and acknowledges me as I disarm
her with my you can trust me smile. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I know I am a large
guy but I am not unattractive and my smile is my best asset, I can make people
feel at ease with a few well placed words or blend in with a crowd easily if I
have to, even though I am as tall as I am. Ok wave finished now getting my bag
I walk out the door.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">On the drive home I
thought about the previous night and that I really should pay more attention to
my strength exercise so I can pick up the dead weights. A smile blooms over my
face.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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one in the morning as well if I played it right, have to be random though, no
plan or pattern or they will trace me. No sex either no chance of DNA to catch
me with, just the thrill of the kill. Amanda was in the gym already, no not her
to obvious, needs to be away from here and quick so I can get to here and have
an alibi between home and here.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Age, sex, does it
matter, yes it matters the young ones are so cute. They run and walk early all
the time of the day as well, and they all have those iPhones wedged firmly in
their ears with music blearing. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Drive home feels so
good the wet and still cool of the summer morning made my hair stand on edge
with a chill but I always find it to be a pick me up after I have worked out so
hard and although a bit stinky, it always feels good. I do need a bath, the
rest of the drive was quiet except for the mumblings of the morning radio talk
show hosts laughing and carrying on. I park up and go inside; Susan is in the
shower and just steps out naked just as I walk in the bathroom. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You up for some
early morning fun.” I said as I smiled my sly smile and waved my still flaccid
member at her.” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“C’mon babe jump in
the bath with daddy” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Leave me alone you
idiot, I gotta get ready for work and your all smelly, and you are not my daddy.”
she snapped back at me as she pushed my advances away.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Fuck you then” I whispered
as I slid under the warm bath water.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What! So it’s my
problem I don’t want to jump in the bath with you so you can stick that thing
in me and satisfy yourself, bla bla bla bla bla.” I switched off as usual and
just said, “Whatever you stuck up bitch”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She dried off and
creamed up and I made her watch me masturbate in the warm bath as she did her
hair, calling out other women’s names, as I came.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Feel better now
you psycho” she said<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“As a matter of
fact I do you cold hearted bitch! God forbid you get horny at all and if it’s
not on your back in bed with a fucking mask on your eyes we don’t do anything,
GOD forbid you ever suck me off, what’s it been twelve years!” I spat at her.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She started to cry
and ran out of the bathroom, I wanted to show remorse for what I had said but I
just couldn’t, I wanted to bash her face in truth be told.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I drained the soapy
water and dried off, got myself dressed and left for work as soon as I could. I
kissed a sleepy Lou on the head and yelled up to the other one still getting
dressed. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I stole a glance at
Susan and my lip curled as I walked out and got back in the car to start my day
at work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Stupid bitch! Who
does she think she is, if she doesn’t like it then she can piss off? I earn all
the cash anyway her measly pittance wouldn’t keep her in gym clothes and shoes
for a week.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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makes me an angry driver; I need to subdue my senses for a while, radio that
will do it, inane comedic morning radio. I calmed myself down whilst singing
along to some old eighties tune.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">This is the seven o’clock news. Police are
investigating a murder last night when the body of a young woman was found
burning in a shallow ditch north of Adelaide, there are no details at this stage
and police are asking for witnesses to come forward if they saw anything
suspicious in the North Haven area between five pm and eight pm last night. At
this time cause of death is……………</i>” Ignoring the rest I drifted back to the
night before and a wicked smile spread across my lips. Looking in the rear view
mirror I had an epiphany, I would love my new life, a blend of being a dad and
some sort of husband and continue to enjoy my new hobby, it’s been a long time
since I smiled a true heartfelt smile, and not just some painted face for the
world to see. I suddenly understood the reason why “The Joker” in Batman is
such a revered villain. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It’s because he
loves what he does!<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The rest of the day
went off without a hitch, phone calls meetings, people I would rather kill than
listen too, maybe I might do one of them at work, that could be interesting but
too close to home, that would be like doing the missus, they would look at me
first, they always do. No random need to keep it random. Don’t get me wrong I
love my job and most of the people there, but some of them are just oxygen
thieves.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I packed up and
said good night to all that were left and Paul, nice guy one of the originals,
him I wouldn’t kill, asked if I wanted a fag before I go home. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">More to the point
he wanted someone to talk to while he had a smoke before heading back home as
well. We discussed all things work and even had a game of keep or kill which
was fun because it shows we all have the thoughts, but only some of us act on
it.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I patted him on the
back as we walked across the still slightly green grass to our cars and bid him
goodnight. Better not let the bitch catch me with smoke on my breath, ok gum in
the console, two sticks, oh and I have orange Tic Tacs. That will hide it long
enough to get some mouthwash in there.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I really don’t know
why I bother she doesn’t get close enough to smell my breath, the last time we really
kissed was years ago, and even then she was pissed up.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok music for the
ride home, Slipknot or Ugly Kid Joe? I know I could do with a little pick me up
so some old fashion hip hop rap, H-Block I love the Power it’s an awesome pick
me up tune.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The evening was as
uneventful as it ever was, Susan watching more inane television, something
about Top Models and then those stupid Kardashiens. I cooked tea for my babies
and had a salad with some grilled chicken, tomato, lettuce and a few other
yummy bits. In all the night passed and I went to bed thinking about how great
the next morning would be; I had a plan you see.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The alarm went off
at five fifteen, I have my gym bag and a tucked neatly inside was a small rope
I found in the garage, it’s about fifteen inches long and very thin with short
fibres and a three ply from what I could tell last night. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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three inches apart in the centre to dig in the esophagus when I tighten it, and
I have a half inch dowel tied about eight inches around from the knot to use as
a fulcrum as I <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>twist it tighter. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok take off the
house is quiet, go left not right and don’t do anything stupid, my mind is
racing, my palm sweaty, and my cock is bulging in my shorts. The weather is balmy
so they should be in lightweight clothes. I drive for a couple of minutes and
pass a woman to the left, too old; you could see the cellulite in her thighs
through her tights, Yuk. A little further on a little brunette, jogging with
headphones, I drive past not glancing sideways, up ahead is a new housing
development and that black covering on the fence so you can’t see behind it.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">This is it, drive
around to the right, my heart is racing, stop, turn it off and get out, my
hoodie up and the rope concealed in my gloved hands. There is a gap in the
fence and the black covering makes it almost a perfect spot. A car the other
way, ducking now to keep out of sight, lucky she has the iPod going can’t hear
a thing. She jogs past, now, its gotta be now! I slide out and grab her by the
mouth and upper chest, she fights but I’m too big too strong, I drag her back
behind the blackness and in the morning moonlight I can see the fight in her
eyes and the determined look of a woman who thinks she will fight me off.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I move behind her
and place a knee in the small of her back keeping her off balance and my hand
on her mouth. Her neck is almost at full extension, she fights but the lack of
oxygen is slowing her down. I reach back and place a sock in her mouth and the
rope around her neck, my adrenaline is pumping my left hand was fondling her
all over, under her top in her shorts and finding every hole with my deft
fingers. I had her out cold still a pulse though, good I had a condom in my
pocket ready and as she relaxed I pulled her shorts down exposing her expertly
trimmed and waxed vagina, as I slide in she starts to breath heavy so I place the
rope around her throat and with each hand spread out pulling sideways the thin
expertly made rope tightened around her windpipe. As she struggled the rope
tightened more and the choking and gasping sounds from her nose and sock
stuffed throat started to dissipate. With wide knowing eyes she saw my face in
the throes of my final slide inside and out her body, fear looked up at me as
she pleaded with her extinguishing eyes and as I exploded in her warmth she
stopped breathing and her eyes rolled back into her head.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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act meant I was a happy camper but I also felt cheated that it was over; I had
to get sorted and leave before the sun started to rise.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I left the rope
behind and the condom on my penis pulled up my pants and got into the car.
Drive slowly, no lights not yet, I move into a side street and flick on my
lights, taking the back roads around to my gym from the other direction. The
condom was falling off my withered member so I grabbed it and tied it off and
left it under the front seat. I parked in my usual spot let myself in as its
one of those twenty four hour gyms and do my usual routine.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Morning Bruce, how
are ya mate” I said to an aging man in his fifties. Morning Charlie early isn’t
it?” he replied.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“No it’s only five
forty” I said back smiling and verbally noting the time so it was stamped in
his subconscious if he was ever asked. As far as my wife was concerned this
morning I awoke at five thirty as usual because I sneakily put the clock
forward in the bedroom so she would think it was the usual time. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I worked out for an
hour, went home for a bath as usual and dropped the condom out the window on
the way home, it would be road kill in an hour anyway as cars drive over it so
that was taken care of.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My bath was hot and
uneventful and I didn’t even react when Susan came in naked for her shower.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What not going to
try and rape me again this morning” she said with a scowl on her face. I just
looked at her and said. “No need, I got all I needed at the gym this morning”
as I smiled she frowned but let it go.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">If only she new!
One day maybe but not today.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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shining, some beautiful high strata clouds overhead, some Wily Wagtails dancing
like two finalists on ‘So you think you can dance’, to some interpretative dance
routine, and the thoughts in my head making my body sway as I smile and think
how amazing life is, My god how pathetic am I! I laugh to myself now as I see a
reflection of being dancing around the lawn to some Latin samba tune.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The coffee I am
drinking is so aromatic it’s almost dream inducing. I love my Cibo coffee and
cake on a Sunday morning while watching all the pretty young things walk past
in the Mall. This one coming is ok, Oh my god look at the arse on that one. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Dad can I have
another bite of your chocolate cake, Pleeeeese!” Lou asked with her eyes wide
and beckoning.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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I said and passed the spoon to her. It always looks better if I am with her as
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As she was enjoying
yet another mouthful of my cake a young blond walked over, glanced as us and
how cute she was, turned and sat down across from me. The blonde was smiling
and nodded a good morning gesture as she slowly took her place in life at the
very next table right in front of me. I smiled as I joked with Lou and the
blonde shifted in her seat allowing the small skirt to ride up exposing her
well shaped thighs, and my heart pounded with the anticipation of a flash of
her panties underneath, ah there ya go, pink under denim is always a favorite
with me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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too obvious but I don’t think she minded, and she flashed me yet another smile
which sent the blood pumping through my veins to my little man downstairs. I
immediately had visions of her tied up to a four post bed in nothing but those
panties and me watching.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Dad I want an ice
cream, can we get an ice cream after you’re finished?” Lou interrupted my train
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What, yeah sure
baby…..you can have ice cream” I replied back to her as I tried to steal
another glimpse of that amazing sight but the blonde had crossed her legs, and
the opportunity passed as she was now tapping away at her phone.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As usual the coffee
and cake was great, but the sights even better, all in all it was a good day so
far. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sat mesmerized by my own thoughts
as Lou finished off her morning delights and I replayed the radio report from
this morning over and over in my head. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">They didn’t find the
body until a few hours ago, that’s two whole days my prize was left to the
elements, and from all accounts they only found the bloated sack because the
smell of the decomposing corpse alerted someone as they walked past and an
early morning walk.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Cops don’t have a
clue at this point so they said but who knows, I used a totally different modus
operandi to that of the first murder, so I hope I have them confused at this point.
It still doesn’t stop me from thinking, ‘did I do something wrong’? And they
know it’s me, no talk of anything yet, but the cops keep stuff back and they
never reveal everything.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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the world and the sunlight danced across my retinas, momentarily blinding me to
the outside world. I closed my eyelids and reopened them and took in the
excited vision that was Lou mouth open and half chewed cake in her mouth. She
made that argggh sound and then laughed at me swallowing her last morsel
finally.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I suppose we can,
but only to look, your mother will kill me if you come home with more Leggo!” I
replied to her with a fake scowl on my face that turned into a smile. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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went easy and I dropped Lou home with a new Batman Leggo set under her arm. I
left her making her new Bat cave diorama complete with a Batman figure and the
Joker while I showered quickly and dressed in something bland and
un-noticeable. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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kids one making the other doing homework with the door shut and music blearing.
I bid them goodbye and took off out again, as it was only one pm and the wife
was at lunch with the girls from the gym, as usual. I never cease to be
surprised that a bunch of women who supposedly work out and then et pizza,
pasta and cake never lose weight. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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I drive back in towards the city, I feel it in my stomach, and unconsciously I
start to drive past where I left the body, but I don’t dare finish the
surveillance just<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in case someone sees
my car and points to me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I drive past the
area on my way to ‘Peep a view’ in the city. An amazing establishment that has
been around for many years catering for the sex crazed wankers in Adelaide. I
was playing it out in my head, park up walk in, get change and then head for a
booth.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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radio on the way their just to see if anything was going on but hey it’s
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the crowded streets and find a car park around the corner in Gilles street, the
coolness of my car is forgotten as the heat from outside replaces the air
conditioned vacuum within the car. The heat hits me as I open the car door and
I start to sweat almost instantly on my brow.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Not wanting to draw
attention to myself I walk slowly around the corner past a known massage parlour
holding my phone to my ear having a fake conversation, as I make my way to the
front stairs next to an Italian restaurant, never know its name as my head is
always down at this point as to not make eye contact with anyone outside. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The walk up is
stifling and I can feel the cool air trying to seep down to greet me, and I am
reinvigorated as I hit the landing. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">There are a couple
of guys in there all not looking at each other and the young guy behind the
counter greets me with a bored “hello”.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Handing him twenty dollars silently he
replaces the note for ten two dollar coins. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Just give her a
minute as she’s in a private show mate”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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dissipated as I hear the faint bell chime telling me that the show can begin at
any time, I walk slowly all the time careful not to make eye contact with other
punters in the room as we walk like sheep into a room set up with a lockable cubicles
and close the door to my standing room only darkness behind me and double check
to make sure the latch is locked shut. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok get some tissues
out of the dispenser, drop my shorts and I feet the cool air around my
testicles. I hear the tell tale clatter of coins as I place five two dollar
coins in the frosted window coin slot, and like magic the small viewing window
in front of me clears and I can see the young beauty before me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The smell of wasted
seamen fills my nostrils and I look down at the small green waste basket and feel
sorry for the multitude of lost children absorbing into the discarded tissue paper.
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the lit area beyond my unfrosted window there is a tall red head strutting around
and now looking directly at me as she sits and opens her legs showing her
perfectly bald vaginal lips.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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starting to labour already as my member is enjoying the attention being
allocated to it and he hardened even further still as she reached for a huge
black dildo by her side, and she uses it to part her awaiting lips. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She bites down on
her bottom lip, flicks her hair and flashed me a notable smile as she could
make out enough from my movement that I was jerking off as I watched her. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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turns and opens her legs toward my window, my hand is almost a blur in my
peripheral vision as I watch her slide a smaller device into her ass at the
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closing, knees going weak, tissue in place, I can feel the heat and moisture
from the gushing substance as it makes my hand sticky and now the cold is
hitting my little head as it relaxes and slackens in my hand. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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my viewing portal my redhead flashes me a knowing smile, and I just managed to
blow her a kiss as the window flashes and turns frosted once more. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Wow that’s better,
get it all, now wipe it clean and drop it in the waste bin with the rest of the
spent fun. I could almost hear the muffled releases from the next cubicles as I
pulled my shorts up and got myself together, in a hurry to get out and not be
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adjoining room full of DVDs and fellow perverts, I smiled and with an extra
skip in my step and whistled a little tune as I glided past. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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Charles don’t engage that’s it the stairs are up ahead, good keep going that’s
it almost out in the street, head down, now walk to the car. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Take it slow but
deliberate, no rush let them think what they like, they don’t know me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">What are you looking at bitch</i>” stupid
fat mole was judging me for having a wank over a whore fucking herself with a
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now, you should be happy you just had the release you needed, and now you’re
back in your safe shell. That’s right I am happy now, I was whistling some tune
in my head and my thoughts drifted back to the intense heat, damn it’s hot in
here, turn the air up to arctic blast, that’s it much better now, It’s time to
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home to my dull existence, coz you have to, that’s what you chose and that’s
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is going to be boring but maybe a stop off at the local pub, a beer and twenty
bucks on the pokies sounds like a plan. The car is cool so find a place in the
shade, ok big tree that’s it. The place is all air-conditioned anyway and it’s
only a few minutes from home in any case if the girls need me.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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probably out until five so I have hours yet, ok a beer and my twenty dollars at
the Pharaohs Cave machine. The clientele is the usual; the old girls who come and
play the one cent machines to basically get out of the house and chat with
another human being. Then you have the hard-core gamblers who come in armed with
at least two or three hundred hoping for the major wins at high stake odds. And
me the guy who is looking for peace and quiet, a cool place to sit and have a
beer, a sneaky fag and if at all possible, grab a look at some tail.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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the screen who hands out the coins is not bad a bit skinny for my likes but I
bet her box is smooth like a baby ass. The brunette who sometimes works out
back I bet she has a bush so thick you get the payoff when you spread the
thicket. Oh well no big winners today but at least I broke even on my money. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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on my shoulders as yet another day was almost over and with it another long night
to endure. Open the front door wife not home yet, good, Lou is playing with the
cats and her leggo, the eldest is upstairs doing homework.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I know I’ll cook dinner
that always peps me up, chicken with vegetables and aromatic rice, I wonder if
I should just make butter chicken. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Lou do you feel
like butter chicken tonight?” I asked across the room. Her eyes lit up and she
nodded but then as she thought about it more she looked at me and I knew what
was next.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Dad do we have Nan
Bread or if not can you make your special garlic bread, please!” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Ok munchkin I’ll
whip up some garlic bread for you.” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I was cooking the wife walks in and
changed, took over the Television and started doing ironing. SO I have to
listen to an hour of bitching the entire time, as to why she has to do it, for
fuck sake I work all week she does twenty hrs a week and spends the rest of her
time at the gym or out to lunch with those fat overweight wannabe teen mum bitches.
She always wants me to be friends with them and their husbands, what a joke,
apart from Marcus the rest are a bunch of sterile and ineffectual wankers, Kate
his wife is lovely and enjoys the sauce, tall blond and always friendly, I
don’t know why but I can’t bring myself to thinking of her in that way, maybe
it’s because she is so nice. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I am watching Sues
ass move side to side as she irons in her underpants and a tank top because it’s
hot. I still love that phat ass of hers, it’s why I fell for her in the first
place, wasn’t the blowjobs that’s for sure.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I laughed aloud not
meaning to. “What’s so funny” she turned and said as I chuckled, oh don’t tell
her she’ll go off.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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about giving it a smack like I used to” I said in reply. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Well if you’re a
good boy I might let you later” she said back at me. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(What am I a dog now, if you’re a good boy “GO FUCK YOURSELF BITCH”).</i>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh look who’s
horny” I said instead, and she smiled back at me. Oh yay a dead fuck again
tonight, that’s if I’m lucky because she normally says this shit and then says
she’s tired. We’ll see.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The news is on
soon, “Can I turn the TV over honey” I cooed. Oh good she’s handing me the
remote. Chanel nine news, that’s the one for me, they are the best by far. Ok
sit down and act calm Charles.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The body found off of hackney road at
Northfield was that of local woman Lindsay Lewis, the nineteen your old went
missing three days ago and was found by a local woman who was walking her dog.
Police have yet to release a cause of death, but did indicate the attack was of
a sexual nature…… in other news</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Oh so they are not
going to release it all, keep it back in case someone is caught and says to
much that wasn’t leaked to the press. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“That’s terrible
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“It was miles away
and babe you don’t go walking in the morning so you’re safe” (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">smiling but laughing inside</i>) <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“And what is that
supposed to mean?” she came at me. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Nothing darling I
am merely stating a fact; (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">no one wants
an old bitch like you anyway</i>) that’s all” I said back. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(I should add in its because your such a dead root I go looking for
them, but hey, now is not the time.)<o:p></o:p></i></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It’s strange I know
now as I am laying here in bed waiting for my wife to finish her ritualistic
cleaning of the pussy, brushing her teeth and putting on sexy underwear that
makes her feel twenty years younger. Sue says she does it for me but we both
know it gets her as hot as it does me. The subtle see through material allowing
the glimpse of nipple or those untrimmed amazingly plump pussy lips, as well as
the satin material giving off a sensual feeling against the skin. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Although it’s not a
magical material it does the job, oh here she comes, the door clicks open and
she is a sight of horny loveliness and although the fucking will be straight up
missionary I will get to play and lick and suck that beaver for hours if I play
my cards right. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My hand is
instinctively on my meat, and no matter what I say I do love her but I wish the
sex was better at times.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Damn she actually
looks hot; maybe this will be ok for a change. She moves around me wearing her
red hooker heels with that red see thru negligee and it is actually working,
she does look hot and she has that fuck me glint in her eyes. I actually wan t
to make love to her and not kill her, maybe I have changed tack or maybe I do
know how to love either way it would be satisfactory sex, and my insatiable
hunger would be satisfied once more. I’m actually not bad in the sack; I know
how to give a woman an orgasm and plenty of them so I would be an attentive
lover this night.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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were uneventful and I won’t bore you with the details, needless to say I had an
almost uncontrollable urge to kill again, but not like you see in the movies or
these sensational CI channel serial killer Sunday documentaries. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">And yes, I am a
serial Killer! I understand that now, and before anyone says anything, no it’s
not the voices in my head telling me to kill for Satan or any shit like that I
understand now it’s what I want to do.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not the sex, I don’t think it is anyway,
it’s the thought of holding someone as they expire, it’s just intoxicating,
powerful, almost god like if I believed in a god that is. All I know is I can’t
remember shit from before I was born and I am not going to know shit after I’m
dead. Never mind either way I have to plan my next murder, I have to kick it up
a notch<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Right so now I need
to kill a male, not a woman, and no sex involved, and a knife this time, random,
from behind, what knife can I use, shit I don’t have one and I don’t want to
keep it after. I’ll have to steal one from somewhere, I can’t risk a shop, a restaurant,
that’s it I’ll take the family to the Oriental for dinner and steal a knife and
sharpen it up and tape the handle to get extra leverage. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">This is exciting, I
might just do some work now I have it planned. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Dial, Sue, mobile,
“Hello what do you want, you never call me unless it’s an emergency”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Well I was
thinking and I want to take you and the girls out to dinner at that place on Main
Northeast road….yep that’s the one….do I have to have a reason, I love you
isn’t that good enough…..good ok be ready I have reservations at six
thirty……..that’s ok I’ll be home in time to change don’t worry, ok bye” ok
that’s done I have a knife on the way and now where that’s me next problem, oh
shit I’m baring up again, it’s the killing I am sure of it that makes me horny
not me being horny that causes me to kill. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok think where can
I kill, can’t be close by, it has to be away from here, what about on my trip
to Melbourne on Thursday, yes its only Tuesday I have two days get the knife
send it by courier to the Melbourne office addressed to me and that way I’m
covered with getting through the airport, and I can take out someone at night
while I am supposed to be in a hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok driving to the
airport, yawning, its four fifty in the morning, ok parcel was sent last night
so the day ahead is meetings and a presentation, before I leave for the hotel I
need to finish my report. I have to make sure I am back early enough to get
ready, not too late so as to bee to tired and make a mistake.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It’s balmy this
morning, wallet do I have my wallet, yes ok good. I am so excited I don’t know
how I am going to do this but hey keep calm old boy, it will be fine. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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my favourite spot level two at the end of the rows for an easy get away, and far
enough away to enjoy a puff on the way to my car tonight. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now park and place
the ticket in my top pocket, other business men and women on their way, through
the scanners, laptop and phone out in the plastic tub along with my belt. Now
walk through out the detector, smile and be upbeat, they will all ignore you
because they don’t want to talk. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">No beep, good, nod
to the guy at the scanner, smile. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Excuse me sir can
you bring your case over here please for testing.” An Indian voice asked
politely. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Smile “No problems
you can check my bag while I pack up everything.” Stand still let him go over everything.
<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You are all clear
sir thank you” he says. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok to the lounge I
go, show my on line passport ticket to the lovely lady at the Virgin counter. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Good morning Mr.
Davis.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I nod and say “good morning” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now get a seat and
grab some quick toast and juice for breakfast, My online check in means I don’t
have to leave until I have to and my seat is in row three as usual because I’m
a platinum member, I fly way too much! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Checking around the
cabin I notice a guy that’s always in there with me, he travels too much as
well, so I nod in a knowing manner to assure him he is not alone.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As I sit in my
chair and buckle my seat belt I wonder if he has a hobby on the side like I do.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The flight was ok,
no problems, and head to the rent a car place; have a fag before I get there. I
don’t smoke much; travel allows me to without putting up with shit from the
wife. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Mr. Davies nice to
see you again your car is in bay C3”, now take the keys smile and drive to the
office, no drama today just work.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The meetings all
went well, customer presentation was a hit, and I did well. Had a chat with my
so called boss who has no clue what I do and a good work plan with my boy Mark
who works for me doing all the new and exciting design work.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Wait for five
o’clock and go to the hotel, package with the knife in it is in my brief case.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Checking in was a
dream as usual they know me by now, up the elevator to my room; ok book dinner,
call the concierge.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hello yes, can I book
a table for seven o’clock tonight please for two people…….yes Davies, thank
you” ok alibi is set up now just wait.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok its six pm, got
my jeans on and a pair of black disposable overalls in my bag, a gimp mask I
bought with the view of the wife letting me wear it while we had sex, the whole
rape thing didn’t ignite her at all! What a shame, now room key, car keys,
wallet, check.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ok down stairs we go, use the stairs, that way
they won’t have vision of me using the lift with a bag, all good so far,
outside now it’s cool and dusk is just settling in, no real breeze to speak of,
but a little nip in the air, just the way I like it, if it’s too hot I don’t
care much for it.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok concentrate,
drive west along Dougherty road, now head for the old sector in West
Heidelberg, always nuffs walking along there and it’s a rough neighbourhood so
only those who shouldn’t be out alone will be. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">There’s a young lad
sitting on a fence, no too close to home, pull into a car park and wait. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok get out you look
too conspicuous sitting in the near dark in a car in a deserted car park. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My heart is racing, now walk in the trees, I
have my dog leash in my hand just in case someone sees me and I can say I lost
my little popsy. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Right no more
waiting, get changed into my black overalls, damn I’m hard to make out amongst
the shadows, this is cool. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hey mister” Fuck a
voice from behind me; shit I’m made, fuck!!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok stay calm and
smile, that’s it.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You talking to me
son” I look at him with a grin like Wallace when he eats cheese. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You looking for
fun mister” he said in a whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Fifty bucks I’ll suck you off right here.” He
said again looking at me sniffing and wiping his nose on his sleeve. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He’s a junky but he
is only about sixteen, what the hell is he doing out here, think, oh well at
least this way I don’t have to go looking for one. Wallet, I did around looking
for the cash and give him a twenty.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You get the rest
when you finish ok.” (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">That way you won’t
run off when I give you the notes</i>.) <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Ok sure I spose”
he said as he led me to a clump of bushes and trees, on his knees I undid the
overalls and unzipped my fly and my already hard penis hit the cool air
awaiting the warmth of his mouth. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I reached down just
as my member entered his mouth the knife in my left hand was a blur, I slid it
under the jaw line on his right side and angled the blade up into his brain. It
scraped on bone and sinew as it pressed home and I slid it out slowly as he
started to slump ready for another strike. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The young boy was
looking at me, his drugged induced sight not believing what was happening to
him and his blood and brain tissue was all over my left hand making it warm,
then cold and sticky, copper, a metallic smell hit the air and I knew he was
bleeding out.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Leaning down I
looked him in the eyes and said “Number Three” and with this his internal
lights went out. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As I watched I felt
a shiver of pure pleasure wash over my body and I realized my penis had slipped
back inside my zipper and I had ejaculated in my pants. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Fuck me what was
that about, move, now, the knife was inside the bag I had with me, walk to the
car and hide the hand in the removed blood splashed overalls, ok bag, fold and
push, stay calm fuck you, ok breath you just killed him, I smiled, my breath
was starting to even out, the baby wipes got rid of most of the blood on my
hands. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bag it all up,
another plastic bag, more ties, and another for good measure. Slide it in the
boot from the back seat that way they don’t know you’re putting something in
the boot if they are watching.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who’s watching! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">No-one, calm down,
nearly out, the car is in drive and moving away, head west still traveling away
from the hotel. Shit what am I going to do with the bags of clothes’ and the
knife, didn’t think that through too well! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I know, ok find a Woolworths
shopping centre, the shops are open until nine pm and most of them have
industrial waste bins. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">There is a Coles
that will do, steady don’t rush it. Park up next to the bin. Right slip the
bags in the bin chute and get back in the car. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The knife under my
seat, wipe it clean and bleach it with white king, cant dump it here not now,
to close together. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Just ditch it on
the way home out the car window, they won’t find it for days and even if they
do there is nothing of me on there not my blood and no prints now.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Driving back the
other way I find a road that is next to a motorway ditch, no can’t throw it
here they might have surveillance and cameras on this all the time. I need a
back street, darkness and no homes. The factory that has a park next to it and I
can make sure it doesn’t get found for ages.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Done all disposed of and I should be back at
the hotel in about fifteen minutes. I drive back in silence and think about the
murder, it really didn’t thrill me the same way as the young girl did, but then
I didn’t have sex with this one, well it was a boy. I am not gay and I think I
will have to readjust my thinking about killing males. Maybe I just kill them
quickly, walk up and slice or stab them in such a way its quick and I don’t
have to get too involved. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I get back and
climb back to my room, put my trousers and shirt back on after I clean myself
well under the water of a quick shower. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Hands clean no real
smell about me, the quick shower worked well.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Ah yes my Davies
table for two sir” he motioned me forward. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Alas my dinner guest
is indisposed so I will be dining by myself tonight” that’s it look at your
watch, he did the same, time stamp done.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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hour – a sixteen year old youth was murdered tonight in the West Heidelberg
area in an area known to be a spot frequented by local drug addicts, the police
have not released a statement at this time, but it is believed they are
interviewing possible witnesses at the scene”. ……..”In sport…….<o:p></o:p></span></i></h2>
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it shit did someone see me, damn that steak was nice, medium rare just how I
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in the houses, another drug addled homo maybe, shit, stay calm, the hire car
they can find me by the car, track me, and trace my whereabouts. Torch it!
That’s it I’ll torch it and that way if they do know it’s me they will think my
car was stolen, but why would a murderer drive the car back here why not dump
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they will know anyway there are cameras all over this place, shit I’m fucked
now. My Head is thumping. They can’t know too much or else they would be here
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by thoughts of police banging down my door in the middle of the night, but I
used the unending thoughts from my murders so far to keep me calm. The phone
call home and my chat to Lou calmed me down also, she has a way of disarming me
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am and hit the gym, an hour on the cross trainer and some weights as me feeling
good, the strength gained of body and mind from lifting the weights, as well as
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upstairs and shower, shave get dressed and down stairs to pay the bill and
check out. All good as gold a morning never felt as nice as this; usually it
starts with Sue whining about something I didn’t do and then how I actually do
nothing and so on and so on. This is a nice departure from that everyday drag,
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of people, meetings and the drive to the airport where I managed to get on my
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started my drive home; I might stop off at the Oakden Tavern and have a quick
pick me up before bed. I ordered a large Wild Turkey Honey with a little ice
and settled on a chair outside in the front courtyard. Lighting a cigarette I
inhaled deeply and as I exhaled the acrid cancer causing smoke I smiled up at
the sky. The stars were out in force and the coolness of the night air were
both refreshing and intoxicating to watch.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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cigarette and drink and made my way to the car and ultimately home. As I opened
the front door softly I realized the rest were all in bed asleep. It’s a school
night Charles, so the girls are in bed and the wife is as well because of the fact
she was up early with me and then having to get the girls ready for school before
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on the lounge naked and only half watched the reruns of “two and a half men” on
the television. I don’t care what they say, Charlie Sheen made this show and I
could watch the repeats for ever but the new ones with what’s his name are just
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it’s just after midnight, pitch black and Sue is snoring again! Ah well roll
over, shit the cat followed me in, damn she can purr loud, never mind I’ll pet
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loving little thing; she needs a brush, hair all over the place, getting up my
nose. He, he I’m a murderer and no one knows! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Oh yet again its
daylight, I’ll shuffle over and cuddle up and see if I get a rise. Damn I love
her arse! She can be a bitch, but she has the best arse in the world and she
knows I love it to. I’ll Massage her cheeks and run my hand up her nighty,
that’s it don’t flinch, oh my heart is pounding and my cock is a rigid as a
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just relax her nipple is reacting and I can hear her breathing starting to
increase slightly. There it goes the thighs are starting to move which means
she’s getting a tingle. Kiss her neck that’s it, face full of hair but hey what
you going to do. She’s rolling over; her tongue is running softly around my
mouth. Pinch the flesh softly, that’s it her legs are opening. Her hands on my
cock, oh this is nice slide my hand inside her panties and tease her clit out
into the open air; damn that thing is ready for a sucking. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Wet your finger tip
from her vagina that’s it now gently rub the nub, open up baby. What’s this
hand on my head pushing me down, oh Sally you love the tongue don’t you baby!
Now slowly just touch it with the tip of your tongue, now blow on it, and the
tip again, gentle that’s it now take the whole thing in my mouth and lick
towards her hole. She’s moaning now. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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the taste of exploding pulsating pussy fills my mouth as the second, third and
fourth wave of orgasm fills her senses. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Stick it
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the lady, now get between her legs that’s it and slowly inch it inside, damn
that feels good it’s like a warm velvet glove sucking on your cock, now in and
out, lift up so she can get her hand in there. Build it up don’t rush it
Charles, that’s it keep it steady and hold the rhythm, her pussy is tensing
won’t be long now. Thrust it in out faster, faster, that’s it her pussy is
pulsating oh shit that’s it “I’m Cumming baby”.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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better empty balls and a soaked pussy.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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kisses me and says. “Happy now are we.”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yes I am actually,
what came over you this morning.” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Just horny, and
you were tender and nice for a change, so I felt it building.” She finished<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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over and done with, damn I am not sure what come over her this morning, must
have had a hot dream, all said and done, I can go to work and be a happy man. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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couple of weeks now and I haven’t killed anyone else, and to my surprise no
police have been knocking at my door trying to drag me away. So it’s going to
be a plan of action day today, no rush I just have to think about keeping it
real, as my daughter would say. What would she know she thinks Miley Cyrus is
cool! Now that’s one bitch I would love to get my hands on.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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as a novice killer, now what’s next I gotta keep it fresh and new a different
way each time I have to think of a new way and a new target, can’t do another
hot chick or young gay! It has to be original, something new and never the same
so they don’t see a pattern to my work. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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not yet, I don’t think so anyway! Oh maybe I can actually, not now though, I
know a couple, like that guy did in the states what was his name, Berkowitz,
and that guy they never caught in Florence he murdered seven couples and they
never caught him. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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but I need to get a gun shit, noise, mess I better plan this well. First I
gotta get through today its Friday so out early and I might even treat myself
to a quick blow job down Hansen road.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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uneventful as can be for a work day, nice little temp Chinese / Russian chick
on reception, but too much upkeep and she would talk through the whole thing.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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less hole to use.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The end is nigh and
the and the end of my Friday workday <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>is almost
complete, Jimmy the wog called a couple of times, he’s a nice guy a friend and
colleague but even he would cringe if he knew I was actually killing people, he
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riddance, need petrol first, drive the back streets as the main road is full of
road works, could work in my favour, ok fill up then troll down Hanson road for
a while and see what’s out and about on the side of the road. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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I need, check the wallet, yep just enough. Cars hot put the radio on and some
crap from 1982 will play so its Manson on the iPod gotta love iPod connectivity
in your car, awesome, ok new album song one play, apt song “Cruel world”!<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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your faith.<br />
We’ve got fucking fate.<br />
Creator<br />
Preserver<br />
Destroyer<br />
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singing and get moving that way the air conditioner will kick in faster.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh c’mon you slow
bitch move it, fucking piece of shit Toyota! That’s it move over and let a man
through. Ok,<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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you don’t have what it takes..” singing out aloud always makes me happy if only
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station , unleaded, dollar fifty one a litre fuck, thank god I have a petrol
card for work. That’s it full, walk in slide the card.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok air on full,
music down so I can concentrate and find a young walker to suck me off.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ohhh look at that
damn should have stayed behind it, oh god she’s had a tough life, ok turn onto
the main road, shit the cops everywhere, gotta act normal no creeping drive on
the limit that’s it keep your head straight ahead no outward appearance you’re
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its cops and an ambulance, accident well that explains why the cops are here;
um ok turn off the main strip there won’t be any girls out in this parade of
police vehicles. Damn I was looking forward to a…….hang on what’s she doing
she’s looking with that “dju wanna fuck me for cash” look, mmmm she’s Sudanese,
or African, young, that’s it drive past smile and yes she is pretty, and she’d
look better with a mouthful of kids. Ok turn next right and come back around,
there she is ok stop let her walk over.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yes please, I
would love for you to suck my cock for me”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Fifty or you can
fuck my tight black pussy for eighty” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“mmm lets see no
just the blowjob will be fine, you’re a pretty little thing aren’t you”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Tanks you mister,
I’m twenty two”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yes you are, now,
where do we go sweet”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That’s it you
direct me while I look at your panties under that short skirt of yours, damn
never had one with such beautiful dark skin.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Ok over there and
park up under that tree mister”. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Pass the fifty to
her, good, she’s getting the condom ready, oh that feels better my little heads
out and ready to play. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Can I pull your
skirt right up baby; I want to see those panties of yours while you suck me
off.” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That’s it open
those legs oh nice tight ass and smooth pussy. Oh damn I could just slide a
finger in her ass and see what happens, no I better be good, don’t want to kill
this one she is so nice and pleasant as well. God she’s good, what, oh condom
off, ok take it in the mouth then. Her ass is so sweet and these pink panties
are such an amazing contrast to her skin oh my god she is gonna get a mouthful,
reach behind feel her pussy through the material and bam there we go swallow my
load baby. She‘s opening the door, awe she spat it out, I was hoping shed
swallow, never mind. Clean up and tuck the little man away out of sight again.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You like baby”
damn what a smile and her tongue covered with my jizz. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh I like sweetie,
I will be back, and maybe you will be number seven or if you’re unlucky, number
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Never mind, I said
you are so damn cute.”<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Right I have
dropped her back at the corner, no cops around now but my pants a little moist
but what the hell, now music to full notch and home we go. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Gotta figure out
how to shoot two in a car fast and efficient, shot gun will make a fucking mess
can’t miss and should take only seconds to achieve, but where. How about where
I was maybe they all go there, its secluded off the main road and easy access
to without being seen from a walk way. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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walk back, drive off. Hire a car, no they will track it, steal a car, never
done that before its getting too hard. I know dinner, a bath and a good night’s
rest, tomorrow is Saturday a good day to plan a murder.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I wonder! Na better
not try to do the wife this morning she will only tell me off and muck up my
entire day, I hate being rejected. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Lean over give her
kiss and a hug. Oh no I disturbed one of the cats, well looks like this is the
only pussy I’m, getting today, I snorted out aloud, damn I really shouldn’t
laugh at my own jokes, especially when they are in my head. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok jocks, top, oh
need a piss, morning hard on is a curse when you’re a guy but hey it’s worth it
if you can get a morning fuck that is. Ok that’s better, socks, I need sports
socks and my shorts, where are my shorts! <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Babe where did you
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bingo, there you
are. “Thanks babe, I love you” that will get a rise.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yeah sure ya do,
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hey munchkin, how are
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Fine, just
watching SpongeBob as usual.” She replied at me through a yawn.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I love Patrick
Starfish he’s amazingly stupid, but a hell of a guy. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Can you make me a
pancake dad…….please?” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Oh hell I’m going
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Ok Shorty but you gotta put the maple and
cream on yourself ok?” she loves her pancakes on a weekend.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Sure thing…..Love
you” the words trailed off as she continued watching her favourite yellow
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok now get out of
here and in that car to the gym. Nice ass on the blonde across the road, wave
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hi” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(I want you to sit on my face bitch!)</i> Oops
better wave and smile. Right finally on my way, love the morning it’s the best
time to think and do just about anything, while others sleep, I’m on that cross
trainer sweating my arse off. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Good not many here,
my machine is free so that’s all good, iPod attached, and music on now move it.
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok now my heart is
pumping I can think. Gun where do I get a gun without being suspicious, it’s
not LA its Adelaide, there are no guns, bikes’, maybe, but then I owe them one,
maybe not if I use a different name, but where do I go to get one, shit ok car
transport what do I use. Bike I can bike it to the spot and bike it back to the
car not far away that way they won’t be able to track it to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Steal a bike, I can
do that, or better I’ll buy a heap of crap off eBay, gum tree or better still
cash converters they are all stolen anyway, and none the wiser. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Oh no they will
trawl the listings to see if anyone has purchased a bike of said type in a time
period before the murders coz I am not taking it with me. Ok steal a bike, buy
a gun from some thugs, buy paper overalls and boots to slip over my shoes and a
cap for my head no hair or anything can escape, hide the tread on my shoes as
well, fill it in with silicone, I can do that. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">So let’s get this
straight, I walk up shoot one or both sides, use solid slug or shot, bird shot
won’t do anything solid slug at short range will go through anything, nice
mess. Breath you bastard, ok so shoot and take the gun or drop and run, take
the gun and place it in the river on the way home, got a case I can use weigh
it down and drop it over.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok car, alibi! Car
mine alibi, now working late no cameras just a card swipe in and out. Ok swipe
in and leave the door ajar then come back and swipe out after the crime was
committed. This is good fun. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nice tits, that’s
it smile at the pretty fat girl, damn that arse is like watching a lava lamp at
full speed, its mesmerizing yet strangely abhorrent all at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Right finished and
all hot and bothered, do I want a quicky? Why not she is just around the
corner, get dry, spray underarms, new jocks in my bag ok get changed in the
car, now off we go around the corner, park up, the wife is already at her gym
class and the girls will still be sorting the day out in their heads.
Sunglasses on head down knock on the door and wait.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hello sexy man”
she might be a liar but this Chinese chick has the best pussy around.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hey babe, fifty as
usual, yes quick sucky fucky” walk to the room, strip she is coming I can hear
the footsteps. Hand her the cash, and damn she’s on her knees already devouring
my growing length. Oh that is so good, yep keep going while I play with your
tits, yet nice tits. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Lay down big boy”
ok I’ll do what she says and then her warm pussy slid over me and wow that’s
nice! A few minutes later my balls are empty and I am out fifty bucks, but who
cares, I’ll tell the wife I lost it at the pokies.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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emptied ball sack and a look on my face that says I just got laid, I reached
for the phone and dialed home.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Lou what have I
told you about answering it before it goes to message it could be anyone and I
don’t want you inviting unwanted guests over, the world is full of crazy people
ok!” I said in a snap then followed with. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Now what does my
pumpkin want for lunch today?” <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Um! How about a
roll with shredded ham and cheese, oh and a Farmers Union ice coffee.” She said<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“And an Ice coffee
what?” I chided<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Please, dad can I
have an Ice coffee pleeeeeease.” She drew out the please and giggled. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“OK, what about the
vampire upstairs what does she want; if anything.” I asked not expecting and
answer. A hand went over the phone and I could hear Lou screaming at her
sister, asking her what she wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Dad she wants a
Steak pie and a Muffin, can I have a doughnut if she gets a muffin.” She
finished<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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the shopping centre car park under a tree for shade, and made my way in. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The rest of the day
was uneventful and not unusual but I still had to make good on my death plan so
I needed to get to Bunnings as I had made myself a murderers shopping list, and
pick up some painters overalls, gloves, and some other stuff like twine, tape
and painters drop sheets and still find a weapon I liked and was comfortable to
use.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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bulb went off in my mind, I know I won’t use a gun apart from being far too
messy and noisy, I don’t believe in guns, for too impersonal, I want to see the
lights go out. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">So what I’ll do is
find a pretty little girly that I like, fuck her, slit her open and take the
boyfriend out with a hammer after he’s been forced to watch. (Shit I’m even starting
to scare myself now). Laughing inside I let out an audible sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">OK so now I have a
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I need to incapacitate
the guy first, and then the girl, I can’t do it at the same time so I need to
be precise about this. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok so I have a plan
now for the execution, but now I need the how to lure and get them where I want
them.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">There are always
hot chicks there but their boyfriends are usually on the large side, and
strong. I am as well but hey that’s just making the chocolate cake twenty
pounds for no reason. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Chloroform! But how
do I get my hands on that stuff it’s a bloody medical thing a ma jig.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Google, ok iPhone
in hand “How to make chloroform” I said out aloud as I typed.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Damn that was easy
the listings are all laid out for me. Um ok this one from some due in Romania. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok I need bleach,
acetone and Ice. Ok my list just got bigger, and I’ll get the ice when I brew
the crystals. Oh and a large glass separation funnel that I had to buy off eBay.
Now press back and retype chlorophyll, see I spelt it wrong Google police. They
watch everything and now they will think I just spelt it wrong. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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now I am learning how to do make stuff as well as killing people. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My trip to Bunnings
was a hoot a lady helped me pick out all the stuff on my list and place it in
my cart. It was so much fun, she asked me what I was doing and I just laughed
and said I was having a family reunion and this was the only way I could get
rid of them and make my life easier in one hit. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">We laughed for
about five minutes as she told me all about her in-laws and how much of a pain
her mother in law was. Maybe one day I will help her out by removing the mother
in law for good.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok so I left the
goods in the boot of my car and waited for the right time to make my home brew.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The days passed
slowly and my funnel arrived in tact and just like magic, there it was a Friday
night, Sue was going out to dinner with her gym friends, bla bla bla, Zoe was
working at KFC and Lou was at her friend’s house for a sleep over.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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lucky tonight if I play my cards right and Sue has enough champagne.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ok so heavy duty
gloves on, and I start by pouring half a litre of the bleach in my new glass funny
shaped funnel that was embedded in a tray of ice and I then had to let that
cool to a temperature at least ten degrees cooler than room temp.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">This took about an
hour with me replenishing the ice as required, and then I added the acetone,
one part for fifty of the bleach. So five hundred milliliters of bleach meant
ten milliliters of acetone, the solution started to heat up so I added more ice
to the tray and watched for twenty minutes as the solution went cloudy and I
allowed it to settle down for a further hour.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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surprisingly with a nice neat bubble at the base of my funnel and some fine white
crystals.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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instructions I let the pure chloroform at the bottom of the funnel drain into a
small brown glass jar I kept that had a solution in it and it had an inbuilt
pipette in the lid for easy pouring after. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I had to wear a
mask as this stuff is pure and can cause death if too much is inhaled, and we don’t
want that.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I cleaned up my
mess and then watched the game on the television until ten pm when I had to
pick Zoe up from work. I had a very resourceful night so I said to Zoe if she
wanted I would get her something special and she said. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Dad I just
finished serving a bunch of fat people greasy chicken and burgers, I just want
to go home!” So I drove home.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She showered and
stayed up stairs after she poured herself a large coffee that would help her
stay up and do homework most of the night but as she knows never to come down
at night just in case mum and dad are getting it on she took up some extra late
night snacks.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It’s midnight, Sue
will be home soon probably pissed and in no mood for playing around. But to my
surprise she didn’t get back until nearly one thirty in the morning. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">To say I am pissed
off is an understatement, where the hell has she been, and who with, probably
dancing with some toy boy and then fucking him in the toilets afterwards.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The keys are in the
door and yep she’s a mess, giggling followed by shoes being kicked off and
clothes all over the floor. I turned on my bed side lamp to see my drunken wife
half naked and laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I got out of bed
and my nakedness made her laugh some more but my hard on made her swoon.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“So you think that
just because I’m drunk you’re going to stick that thing in me?” She asked with
a smile on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Not until you have
had a spew and a bath my darling so come on let’s get you undressed and on the
toilet.” I said shaking my head.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now she was like a school
girl but a larger and harder to hold, she was all floppy and sliperty like an
eel. And her fighting me trying to undress her was making life harder. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I have an idea? I
said in my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I went to the
bottom draw placed a single drop of my new substance on a sock and held it to
her nose. Although she protested it was only for a few seconds as she went
peacefully to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Wow this is amazing
stuff, every husband needs this gear to make life easy.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now I undressed her
and laid her out on the bed, I grabbed my phone, taking pictures of her in
every way, close ups of her private parts with my tongue in it and even a pen
or two in places she wouldn’t like. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Fuck it taking my
now enraged member I placed it in every hole I could, I had sex with my comatose
wife in every way possible. I took her in the ass then placed my meat in her
mouth and then back in her wet as vagina. I sucked on her and made her body cum
even though she had no idea, and I came in a couple of those aforementioned
orifices. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">In all it was
amazing sex and a heap of pictures to prove it and use as a wank bank for later
on.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I brought her
around with some smelling salts I purchased and then proceeded to bath and fix
her up all the time she was complaining her bottom hurt for some reason. <o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">HA ha ha if only
she knew.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">But at least I now
had the knowledge to make this stuff as I needed and it worked.<o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Now on to some
kidnapping and killing, hopefully tomorrow, damn I am going to sleep well
tonight.</span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Copyright - Graeme Hawke 2014<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></strong></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Toc358204995"><span style="font-family: Garamond;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;">“</span><span lang="EN-US">Momentum”</span></span></a></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The dark pool or
dank putrid water that lay in a perfectly formed circle, started to show a
slight ripple on the viscous surface. The gloom that was a sheltered cloud
covered sky, hid the usually vibrant moon light as it danced across the glass
like reflective surface now broken as a figure slowly and deliberately rose
from within its hidden depths. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jason Tanner stood
transfixed to the spot he was standing and could not move, every muscle he
owned, and thought that as the brain guiding his body, he had control over them,
but he was frozen in place with confusion and fear and although he fought the hard
fight they would not obey even the smallest of smallest of commands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The palms of his
hands started to sweat, and a cold numb feeling came over him as the air turned
wet and sour at the same time. An earthy metallic taste ran down the back of
his nose and into the deep recesses of his mouth, as he tasted the thing that
was corrupting his being. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Although his tongue
was almost completely dry he had no problems swallowing the bitter acrid flavors
of the air around him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The figure was dark
and heavily veined like a tree rising from the depths of a putrid earth. As
time passed, moments not minutes or hours, the skin filled out and gained a
subtle pink translucence to it, almost mesmerizing and child like, it was somewhat
like witnessing a gross birth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jason tried to
speak but found no voice, run, but had no legs, just the sound of his ever
increasing heartbeat and the rasping of his elevated breathing is all that
survived now deep in his ears. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Then from nowhere
an unearthly scream like a falcon mixed with the scream of a dying crow filled
his mind as the thing emerged half way onto our plane of existence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The body although
humanoid was elongated and the facial features were, well missing, sockets but
no eyes, a nose but just breathing holes with closure skin flaps, no form or
shape, and a mouth that looked unformed, no it looked like someone had changed
their mind half way during evolution and said “let’s just leave it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The skin flaps that covered the area where a
mouth should have been by were wrinkled and with the nose formed a teardrop
illusion of form. No teeth, no orifice at all just a knotted mass of what could
be called skin and sinew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The screaming in
Jason’s head stopped as the figure stood before him the last of the
transformation from tree husk to awkward pinkish baby. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jason laughed at
himself at that thought and envisioned a nappy on the atrocity before him. It
was a nervous laugh and one which he would regret, not now but much, much later.
A babble of sounds filled Jason’s head and then as if from nowhere it
translated into words and phrases he understood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
mean to mock me child” </span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The shape transmitted to him mentally.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Jason looked at the
now fully formed visage that stood before him as it stepped from the pool of
putridity. The right arm slowly rose and the delicate almost fragile digits on
its hand moved like the tentacles of an octopus dancing in the water. The index
finger brushed his cheek and opened the skin from just the most delicate of
touches, and his cheek opened up from the point at which it lay to jaw as the
tip brushed his face as it traced the damage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“mmm
you deform easily”</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> the thing thought in his mind again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I am going to have
fun with you for an eternity aren’t I boy?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I am not a boy! I
am a man” Jason thought to himself with abrupt anger and pain as the wound on
his face bled onto his chest and burnt like sulphur.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
are what I say you are child, I have lived many of your so called lives and
each time I confront one of you, you struggle with your mortality and are brash
and angry”</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">
it replied with a single monotone thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What are you”
Jason imagined himself saying without words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A tense moment
passed and then the thing slowly moved forward towards Jason and its movements
reminded him of a praying mantis moving in for the kill<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Child
I am you, you are I and we are one”</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> it thought back at
him, and at the end Jason thought he detected a slight chuckle an evil playful
sneer that filled and rolled around his mind like an unwanted echo. As he tried
to decipher the things riddle he felt warmth on his chest, he looked down to
see the malevolent creature had an elongated tendril hand strategically placed
on his chest directly over his still beating heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A burning sensation
filled his senses as the thing took from him that which it needed most, his
blood drained from his body as the tips of the things fingers buried just under
the skins surface. His blood flowed slowly through the siphon like fingers and into
the overgrown and yet fully formed foetal man. Jason felt like he was bathed in
a vat of boiling water and the thing started to glow an eerie yellowish glow as
it slowly absorbed his life essence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What are you doing
to me” Jason shouted in his mind. “Please don’t kill me” he pleaded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
can’t kill you boy we are one”</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> it stated once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The darkness and
mire that engulfed Jason in the landscape he was in drifted and started to
swirl in a mass of dull grey and blacks with very little else in the way of
color.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nearly unconscious now he drifted into a state
of ease where the world had stopped and he thought it was the end, his end, “So
this is what death feels like”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Not
death boy! Life! ………….This is what life feels like, we are one, one are we,
return we must”</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> the voice stated once more and Jason lost all feeling now
as he passed out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A gulp of air and
the sound of panic and absolute despair left Jason’s lungs as he broke the
surface of the bath he was laying in. Water splashed and slid from all sides of
the porcelain container he lay in, as he thrashed like a newborn taking his
first breath of air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sitting upright he started to regain some
composure and was visibly shaken by the ordeal that was still fresh within his mind,
but that could have been the fact that the water he was now sitting in was also
freezing cold. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">His cheek was red
and looked like he was slapped and on his chest were five distinct welts that
surrounded his heart. Jason felt each red mark as a dizzy uneasy feeling came
over him. His senses reeled and as he regained his position upright in the cold
water he thought he heard a dark chuckle in his mind.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Harsh invasive light
moved from left to right as I looked out the gap in the door, creating shadows
that ran the opposite way as it passed through the slats in the linen cupboard I
was hiding in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The towels were
soft but at the same time scratchy meaning they were getting close to being at
the end of their life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What the hell and I thinking about towels
for” I said softly to myself. The smell of detergent and fabric softener strong
on my senses, as I dared to peer out between one of the lose slats to see what
was going on. Only a millimeter or two but I could still make out shapes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Oh shit! They are
coming again. This is the third night in a row, what the hell am I supposed to
do? I’m a fifteen year old girl in her jammies for god sake, GOD! Where are you
now? I thought this sort of stuff was all made up bull, crap, as my friends
would say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to endure dads Carl Sagan DVD’s about
the crop circles, alien technology and markings within the cosmos and all that
guff, only to now end up being one of the unwilling believers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Shit Mum! Where are
you going, “Dad stop her” I said to myself but then saw him following right
behind her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Noise, coming from
my bedroom, oh god it’s looking for me, quiet gotta be quiet, if he hears me
thinking I’m stuffed. Oh no Jeremy, not Jeremy he’s only seven leave him alone.
I started to cry and my eyes filled with the warm salty fluid as I watched my
little brother march slowly past the door. My tears had made a silent trial to
my top lip that was now securely shut by my bottom teeth. I tasted my own fear
as I watched them walk slowly to the front door and out into the never yet
again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">More noise, again
from my room, doors slamming, my mattress and sheets now a mess on the floor, I
can hear my clothes being thrown all over my room, Shhhhhh be quiet, it stopped,
Christ its searching the house, oh shit it’s looking for me, I can hear it
chattering like an old typewriter clanging out letters and then a faint gurgle
in reply, oh shit there is two of them looking for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I snuck another look, lights moving, and
horrible greenish yellow lights that if you look at for too long the rays hurt the
back of your eyes as it bores into your frontal lobe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My hand slowly moved
to my side so I can try and move back further into the closet but there is no
room, knitting needles mums’ old aluminium knitting needles are now under my
palm the cool metal feels somewhat comforting as I think of that old red
sweater she made me when I was six, I loved that damn thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The door flew open
and all I could see was what passed as a head, it was huge, bulbous and grey in
colour with the slight hint of a violet or purple hue to it, right in front of
me. It had slightly humanoid features just like the shows dad made me watch and
a small slit where the mouth was, but only slight unremarkable holes that sat
under folds of skin for a nasal cavity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It had a look of despair
on its somewhat aquatic looking face and then what I suppose passes as
excitement or the Aha face you get when you find someone hiding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m frozen; my spine cold as ice, abject fear has
me and then thank Christ the human survival instinct kicked in flee or fight,
my right hand grasped those knitting needles and before I even realized it they
were sticking out of the things huge left eye and it’s expression soon changed
to one of pain and horror as it stumbled on backward facing knees. I saw my
window of opportunity and took it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I’m running as fast
as my jelly legs can carry me, the front is covered, the back door, run, run,
oh shit it’s locked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Hide!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">RUN</i>!
I can hear them clattering behind me looking talking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The laundry window
is open, run, the windows open half way get out, freedom, run, oh shit!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I hear Screams! My screams<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">So cold so very
cold, Oh shit not again, tears now were streaming down my face getting in my
ears. I’m awake and <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>on a cold, I think metallic
table, naked, trapped, held in place by some force I can’t explain, they are
looking at me three of them tall strange looking things wearing something that
could be a tight fitting suit, maybe, an almost organic thing that looks like a
syringe in one of the things so called clawed hands, oh Jesus get away from
there, that’s not for anyone, pain or is this hell, I can feel the warmth as I
start to piss myself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Oh dear god, mum,
dad someone I scream as they insert something into me, it’s cold and it’s
moving, oh god its moving! Tears were now a constant stream almost creating a furrow
down my face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I black out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My room is in that not
cold not warm, tepid state and the morning light was dappled as it often was
when you just see the sun rays pierce through the new mornings clouds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My stomach hurts and I think I need to puke, I
got up and slowly made my way to the toilet at the end of the hall, ah that’s
not right, I look down blood, I only just finished two weeks ago! I thought to
myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Mum can you get me
some pads please?” A flash as I went cold something hit me in my mind’s eye a
figure, cold, nasty. I felt my abdomen as the pain inside threatened to double
me over as it hit me again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I placed the palm
of my right hand on the area just above my pubic bone, I had a flash of pain and
my body trembled with blood that had turned ice cold as a new fear hit me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It was then I felt
it move inside me!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Samuel T Witherspoon
looked deeply at his own reflection in the old bathroom cabinet mirror, it was uninviting, and a cold
feeling that crept over him as he reached for the bathroom cabinet door and
with the deft movement of darts player, grabbed the small round handle and opened it
with grace and poise. He was sick of being a no-one, one of a thousand faces in
a crowd, he tried to stand out he really did but tonight was the last straw. He
lost it and now he would have to pay the ultimate penalty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">His price for
the lives he took would be his own worthless and empty existence; he knew he
had the balls to do it, he just didn’t know how he would go about it. He popped
the top of the bottle marked Pain relief and thought to himself “well I am in
pain I suppose” as he downed ten of the potent hallucinogenic prescription only
pills his now deceased father used when his trick knees played up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">He was a
Vietnam veteran of two terms and he often delighted in telling his young son of
how he made those gooks pay! Well now he was gutted and a steaming pile of meat
in his favourite lounge chair and his mother a smile from ear to ear from the
wound he had inflicted with her best carving knife. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The blood now
washed off his hands and stained the pristine white porcelain bowel an eerie
red tinge. The revolver on the side of the bath was loaded with all six
chambers full and ready for action. He finished washing his hands and glanced
knowingly at the weapon with an understanding his father had used it in anger
during his time at war and he thought about the death it had inflicted; only
now it would be his own hand that steadied the barrel and pulled the trigger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">You would never
have thought a twenty four year old could be so bitter and twisted about his
life, nothing really stood out to him now, as to why he turned out bad, he was
a good boy who did his chores, loved his mother and got on with his father, but
the beatings when he was drunk, well that was just part of the war. That’s what
mum had said! Maybe I did resent them deep down, him for hitting me and mum,
and her for letting it happen for so long. Ah well not for much longer, the
cops will be here soon and I have to be gone before they break the door down.
“I wonder should I wait until they are at the door so it’s all dramatic and
stuff and when it’s on the CI channel as a special it will be all dramatic, I
wonder who they will use to play me.” I said out aloud to myself now holding
the pistol on my hand, the Colt single action a great weighted piece and I knew
it would make a mess of my brain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I looked into
the old mirror and could see in the corners a slight silver lustre it must be
old I thought again as I studied the etching in the corner “REFICUL EMEVOL”
written in a circle and what seemed to be a five pointed star in the middle. I
wonder how old this is, I remarked to myself in my own thoughts then drifting
off to a documentary about a journalist who was the first to ever trek into the
head-hunters villages in the mountains of Borneo. He tried to take their
photographs with an old Kodak instant camera and they beheaded him and the
child he snapped as they believed the device captured the person’s reflection,
thus their soul or essence with it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Fuck it” I
pulled the trigger!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I watched as
time almost stopped in my still functioning mind and saw the hammer of the
pistol hit the pin sending a flash and the projectile along the spiral path
towards the spot just above my ear. It penetrated firstly stretching the skin
then breaking it in a shower of powder and led. I felt nothing at all, although
I saw everything, it was both unsettling and amazing all at once the damage to
my head was slight except for the powder burns around the entry wound and a
whole the size of a penny. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">My vision
started to falter like a flickering TV and I noticed the left side of my head
started to bulge and then burst out with force and a whole the size of a
grapefruit was where my ear should have been on the other side, viscous matter
and fluids, brain matter and blood one can assume, flew out mixed with white
bone fragments, my vision left me and existence stopped. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">To the outside
world it would have been instantaneous, trigger and death, but in the world
that is between realities my soul, the essence of what was me was captured in
that special mirror. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">My eyes opened
and my first thought was that I blacked out for a second or I didn’t pull the
trigger and I had dreamt the whole thing, but I was nothing I felt nothing, not
hot nor cold nor weight or gravity, I just was. I peered at the mirror and I
saw a ruined body on the floor, it had shed itself of all vital fluids and the
face although mine was subsequently demolished by the power of the forty four
calibre slug. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I could hear in
tangles of garbled waves and I closed my eyes to concentrate but it didn’t help
much. I took a step back or at least I thought I did and I was looking through
a dark veil as the light muted around me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The police had
broken through the bathroom door and were screaming and yelling but although my
body was now a dead meat sack, I was gone, and I caught sight of what was going
on as they moved in one by one to view the prone corpse of a killer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I looked up and
as I did I caught the eye of a police man who looked in at me and then it hit
me I was in a dimensional space behind the mirror. An existence I had no idea how
I became to be in let alone hold my life experience and thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The police
officer looked deeper into the mirror exploring the spay pattern and vita on
the glass. I leaned forward melding with his own reflection moving
instinctively as he did matching his every move. He then frowned and I screamed
and bared my incorporeal teeth at him and he jumped back from the mirror in
fright. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Bob you ok” An
older policeman asked as Officer Tanner regained his composure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Yep I think so
Jack I just spooked myself is all”. Bob answered knowing in his own mind he
didn’t believe it, he saw something come at him in that reflection that wasn’t
his making, and it scared him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Jack I’m gonna
get some fresh air if that’s ok?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And as he left I noticed that from inside the
mirror world the name etched on the bottom corner actually read ‘LOVEME LUCIFER’.
At that moment something happened and I started to move back from the mirror I
was created in and I moved to a mirror in another house somewhere in the world.
Again the same words etched into the mirror, and then at will I could move from
mirror to mirror almost in an instant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I could see
others like me floating around in the shadows and dull light reflected inward
from thousands of mirrored gateways. They all kept their distance and as such
so did I, I had no idea why this was but no matter how hard I tried to get
close or converse with the others like me, I was repelled like two positive
ends of a magnet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I would soon
learn why and as I travelled and traversed the never that was the mirrors I
honed my abilities finding newly created, others like me and also those who
must have been in this place for a millennia, warped and twisted, almost animalistic
in the so called vision I had of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Then as quick
as I changed mirrors once again I found myself in front of a mirror with a
young boy of about eight or nine brushing his teeth and spitting the remainders
in the sink then looking up to check if any of the chalky white substance was
still on his lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">That’s when it
happened; I found a crack I could use!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span> </div>
Copyright - Graeme Hawke 2014</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07277611448519055004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351355752770694753.post-8487975300531031372014-09-04T18:02:00.001-07:002014-09-04T18:02:13.960-07:00Your Time to Die - A short story to start or finish your day with.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Toc358204985"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">“Your time to Die”</span></span></a></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The night was fading
away as the first streams of the sun’s rays peeked over the horizon to herald
in the start of a new day. In the distance the sound of waves crashing upon the
shore, an almost soothing sound to an almost defeated man, a lost man with
little knowledge of what had happened to him over the last eight hours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Paul Harris sat on
the low rock wall at the edge of the car park nestled high above the water
below, the trees around the cleared parking area rustled softly with a new
morning breeze that cooled his hot and aching skin as it blew in off the open
seas below.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The cuts and
abrasions he surveyed on his exposed arms were nothing compared to the gaping
wound in his left thigh and his lower right abdomen, a makeshift tourniquet
made from the shirt he was wearing the previous night tied a tight as possible soaked
in his precious life’s blood dripping above the leg wound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As he coughed Paul
wiped away a small drool of blood as it bubbled in his throat, leaving him with
a metallic, coppery taste that had basically been the main stay of the last eight
hours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“What the hell
happened to my life” he whispered softly to himself and he closed his over
tired eyes, dragged in a deep breath, as his left hand searched his pockets for
a cigarette.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Paul found the
cancerous stick and shakily placed the enclosed tobacco and filter in his dry
and crusty lips. Using his trusty Zippo he watched the flame dance for a few
seconds then dropped the lighter back in his pocket, inhaled deeply and coughed
out smoke and with it blood infested spittle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Linda what did we
do, what happened” he said to himself again as he thought of his beautiful
wife, thirty six never had children and her body was still as good as any
twenty year old. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He delved inside
his memories and thought back to the previous evening, the fun before they even
left the house, the drive to the bar, the plans they had for a quiet night away
in a ritzy hotel, room service, hot showers, steamy lingering love making. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That was the plan
they had been looking forward to for the last three months, it started ok and
the sex was fantastic but what was to happen in the wake of their enjoyment was
not ever part of the plan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A solitary tear run down his face as his mind
drifted back to the image of his wife, as he exhaled and coughed again spitting
a congealed blob of blood to the ground, he wiped the vitreous fluid away once
more as he remembered the last time his eyes drank in her visage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Her body ruined,
all but destroyed and why, what benefit did it serve anyone, she was a
beautiful woman who never hurt anyone, he sobbed loudly now and the sun’s rays
were oddly comforting him in a blanket of unseen warmth as he allowed his head to
drop down between his open knees.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The fight he put up
just too still be alive at six o’clock on this beautiful yet torturous morning was
almost all too much for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Lisa , I’m sorry I
wish it was me and not you” he sobbed softly as a shadow engulfed him and
blocked out the warm morning rays of invigorating light, that almost made him feel
some small sense of normality<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>for all of
a fleeting few seconds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I can accommodate
that for you” the voice said, and as he looked up his neck opened and spilled
his tongue out of his throat with a rush of what blood there was left in his
body. The meaty appendage flopped out like a grotesque meat tie on a blood red
shirt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">His last image was
that of a shadow outlined by the sun’s rays and a voice that made his skin
crawl. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Die”!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Copyright - Graeme Hawke</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07277611448519055004noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351355752770694753.post-52600357149180787992014-09-03T20:10:00.001-07:002014-09-03T20:10:34.685-07:00Darkness - A Chapter from my Short story Look behind you.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is a chapter from one of my Short stories called "Look Behind you" it tells the story of a killer born through abuse.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><strong><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;">Darkness</span></strong></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The darkness was
thick, like an enveloping blanket of deadly fog, with a hint of eucalyptus and
dead socks. My feet are tucked up under close to my bottom as I hug my knees
gently rocking back and forward, careful not to make a sound. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Are you ready to
come out yet you little bastard?” my stepmother yelled through the thin plywood
of the closet door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I stifled a cry of
surprise and fear, as she kicked the door to scare me. A flood of salty rain
flowed down my cheeks, and I could feel the watery snot in my nose start to build
up and then cascade down my top lip. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Well are you done
with your answering back or do I have to leave you in there all night
again?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She bellowed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I felt quietly
around the bottom of the closet and let my fingers find and dig into an old fur
coat; all that was left of my real mothers’ possessions, after this alien threw
all her clothes away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The old coat had an
odd stale smell as well as a faint reminder of my real mothers’ old perfume. I
loved it because it was warm and soft like hugging a big fluffy dog, and I let
myself slip into a state of unawareness like I always did, when the woman who
was not my mother proceeded to down glass after glass of cheap wine and then use
me as her tormented play thing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">With yet another “BANG”
on the door, the reality of my situation flooded back with a flurry, and the
now fantasy of my life when mum was alive and home to look after me seemed like
a distant past, even though I think it was only two years ago. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">When your fourteen
years old it’s hard to remember stuff in relation to time, but I do know one
thing, and that’s that I hate my life now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This supposed mother I have now is a sponge! That’s what my auntie calls
her; she stays home while dad works two jobs. A lazy no good whore is another
of my favourite sayings that my auntie uses, coz swearing is cool. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">LIGHT! Bright and
bountiful poured into my senses through my eyes as the door screamed open and the
sanctuary of my pure dark world was smashed to pieces within my mind, my real
mother drifted away with the darkness back into that special place in my heart,
just as the back of the whores hand hit my left cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Get your mother
fucking arse out of that closet now young man” she slurred at me, wine glass positioned
securely in her other hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Your father is not
coming home for two days, so you better buck up sunshine! or we are going to
have some real issues you and me, and you can stay in there until he gets home,
you can shit and piss yourself for all I care!” she snarled at me and I could
smell the sour wine and tobacco on her breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I crawled out of my
warm dark sanctuary into the blazing incandescent light holding my face where
she hit me, then when clear of her I ran to the toilet to clean myself up. As I
ran past her she kicked me in the arse and said “hurry up if you want something
to eat! Or you can starve”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I cleaned up and
watched as she placed a plate of cold slop in front of me and sat there
drinking and smoking as I put the first mouthful to my lips. It was disgusting,
and tasted like boiled cardboard and had the consistency of lumpy porridge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I couldn’t help it
my face turned into a grimace before I could stop it and she slapped the plate
away from me. The china hit the cold linoleum floor and shattered into hundreds
or small shards that skidded across the slick floor. The glop that was meant to
be my dinner was stuck like glue to the filthy un-swept floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“you can fucking
starve then” she said as she hit me again and again, open hands slapped my face
and shoulders, I lifted my hands up to stop the onslaught but the barrage of
abuse and physical violence kept coming at me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">That’s when it
happened!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I remember holding the
old style plastic handled fork in my hand, the weight of that old piece of
cutlery felt both warm and weighty in my enclosed fist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The world came to a
complete standstill, I could hear my own heart beating in my head and my world
became clear and known to me all at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The barrage of abuse and the slaps just kept coming
at me, but I was in a different place now, I was at peace, I found my thoughts
drifting to the fact that I could never be this happy again as long as I lived.
I opened my eyes to see my savoir; the one single piece of human detritus that
I never expected would aide in my salvation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My father was being
led by his penis and all she was good for was the sex which kept me awake at
nights when he was home. This horrible woman was a leach on society and a drain
on my father’s wallet, let alone his ball sacks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">As the orchestra of
violence was playing out to my physical self, the flood of adrenaline that was
boiling in my blood stream to counter my pain and fear gave me the serenity I
needed as my left hand grabbed her right wrist hard and fast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">My puffy eyes now replaced
with a serine look of wonderment, wide with hate and abhorrence they looked
straight into her soul. She stopped and I detected fear as she saw the evil
intent in my powder blue eyes, it was in the next instant that she saw a smile
form on my lips just as the fork entered the space between the sides of her
lower jaw and penetrated thru her tongue and into the soft pallet lodging
itself there so hard I could not pull it out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">She stepped
backward making a moaning noise similar to that when she has dads cock deep in
her mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I smiled and wiped the blood
away from the side of my mouth as I watched her stumble as she bled out for the
back door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 1em; text-indent: 17pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Silently I chased
her and snatched her night gown in my left hand which made her stumble and as
she turned to look back at me she slipped on her own blood like a lipstick
smear against a mirror. The next few seconds still play out in my mind when I
masturbate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Her pretty bloated
face turned from mine in horror as she realized it was going to be a hard fall.
Her arms outstretched hit the edge of the kitchen table and spun her almost
horizontal to the floor. I remember thinking what a mess she was making as
items flew off the table and surrounding bench tops with her flailing almost
silently because of the fork that pinned whore mouth almost closed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Whump! She hit the
floor finally and I watched as that beautiful old fork contact the linoleum
covered cement floor taking all the weight of her fall, and then the penetrated
her brain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It was at that
turning point, that one singular moment that I was reborn; I had a purpose and
a new found passion. I knew I had all night to enjoy myself so I made a turkey and
cheese sandwich, poured a big class of Pepsi Max, and settled in for a fun
filled night of reality TV. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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had, continually walking over her body with fluids and shit leaking out of every
orifice. it made it a tad more difficult to stand, but a good spray of Glen 20
disinfectant fixed it somewhat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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carved the word “WHORE” into her forehead with a pen knife I had for scouts for
fun, packed my back pack with clean cloths, water, biscuits, chocolate and left
a note for my poor father saying how sorry I was that I had to leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his so called wife had beaten, and abused me and that I was sorry about the
terrible accident that befell her. I knew deep down he would never forgive me,
but I ended the note with a thank you telling him not to worry as I was reborn
with the help of GOD.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Graeme Hawke Copyright 2011 GH </div>
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drops slid across the golden Orb spiders’ web like liquid mercury flowing down
an invisible pipe, the insect an eight legged plumber orchestrating the flow of
each drop as it deftly walks across the silken truss. All this beauty is caught
as the morning suns warming ray’s glide seamlessly through the glade of trees,
and the almost dance like movement of the attached leaves creating a ballet of
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silent scream that would never be heard from the now mortis glistening blue
lips of the naked corpse sitting under the giant oak tree, a damning edifice of
evil and defilement in this most beautiful of resting places.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ugly
shades of blue and grey mottled skin defaced the magnificent shades of autumn
greens and subtle browns, with a trail of foliage destruction formed by the
murderous tyres of a vehicle that so callously dumped the lifeless mannequin in
its final resting place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wounds and
damage to the body were instantly evident by the movement of insects, in and
out of both natural and unnatural orifices. The coagulated dark red-black of
blood and excreta now a haven for flies and crawling creatures from far away
all doing their jobs to remove all traces of the expired physical biological
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mousy blond hair that mirrored that of a scurrying wood-nymph with twigs and
leaves strewn at random to offer a hint of camouflage as she ran the forest
floor. The twisted visage of the mouth agape with multiple invaders moving in
and out seemed to take on voice as a silence shattering scream escaped the
vocal cords of seventeen year old camper Tracy Livingston, that voided the
surrounding area of any and all bird and wild life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Chapter 3 - Understanding</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ivan stood
at the front of his patrons’ desk listening to the tirade of abuse thrown at
him as he closed his eyes, buried the anger deep within and as he opened them
again he felt composed and alert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“A
little birdie tells me you have made progress tonight Ivan, so please tell me
what you have found with this new equipment of yours.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ivan
shifted his hand slowly to the tape in his pocket to ensure it was still there,
and as he looked to sit he was met with yet another blast from Shikov.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“I didn’t
tell you to sit Ivan! I asked you to share your knowledge, knowledge that I pay
you to get.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ivan
composed now looked directly at the horrible man in front of him and sipped on
his sweet caffeine mixture before answering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Uri
and I had what we thought was a voice but we cannot tell for certain it was not
interference from the other machines in site Dr. Shikov.” He lied<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Well
Ivan let me tell you that Uri has already spoken with who ever will listen that
he and you both heard a distinct voice on his new radio technology, and it
obviously scared and excited him, as he can’t keep his mouth shut.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ivan
swallowed hard and a faint look of displeasure came over him subtlety, yet
Shikov picked up on the fact instantly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“What
I fail to understand at this point Ivan is why you would keep this information from
me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">He paused
watching for a hint of something to show on the face of his employee. A lose
term at best.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“So
please Ivan enlighten me as to why your technician is so buoyant with
excitement and you seem no more than bored, about your findings?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Dr It
was just random words nothing more it can hardly be seen as a breakthrough at
this point, surely you can understand that to enlist excitement you must first
prove the technology and findings with a repeat of the trial.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Yes I
suppose your right Ivan, from a purely scientific point of view I tend to agree
with you, but this is not purely scientific is it now!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Dr
Shikov stood and started to walk towards Ivan, the fake smile a mere gesture at
best, and one designed to instill a false sense of security in his as yet unclear
intentions to Ivan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“You
made contact with the other side Ivan, do you know what this means, to not only
you but to mankind? It means we know now that the soul never rests but lurks in
the space between life and death.” Shikov made a gesture and placed his right
arm around Ivan at the shoulders and waited for a reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Dr your
interpretation may well be that, and others will say the same, but what I heard
was not an unvested soul, it was malign almost evil in its tone and it made my
blood icy in their veins.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Shikov
now relented in his accosting on Ivan and moved back towards the desk and his
large overused blood red leather seat. His eyes seemed to be elsewhere looking
at the corner of the room as if listening to something and then acknowledging
what was said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Ivan
do you know why I had Uri and yourself put in this program of mine?” he paused
yet again as if listening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">It was
a non rhetorical question of course, and Ivan knew there was more explanation
to come. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Shaking
his head only he trained his mind into the area around Shikov and the darkness
that was encroaching. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“You
see Ivan you and that rap music listening genius were the only people in the
entire union that had a chance of getting close with this, it’s all about
frequency and the space between noises, as it is the space between life and
death.” He coughed softly and paused again slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“As
you know there are a good many talented people work for my special team here
far away from prying eyes and intelligence gathering organizations, you and
your wife included as I have already said on many occasions. But what you fail
to understand is the reason I am in charge of this area of operations.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ivan
knew he was not going to like what he was going to hear and as he consumed the
rest of the cold sweet liquid in his best dad mug he started to think about his
family and in particular his beautiful wife sitting home waiting for him to
arrive. But something told Ivan he was not finished here and that he may not
see his family ever again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Shikov
pushed a button on his phone and spoke into the external speaker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Dirk
can you please bring in our other guest”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">With
that the door creaked on metal hinges and Uri was dragged in the small room and
pushed next to Ivan. The damage to his face already starting to show signs of
outward trauma, his left eye was closed and almost purple with swelling, and
the guttural noises coming from his as he was pushed told Ivan his jaw was
broken and along with it possibly a good may ribs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Uri
are you alright.” Ivan said and turned to Shikov to ask for reasons why but
before he could get any words out he was dealt a blow to the back with a
security issued night stick. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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see Ivan you have served your purpose for me and now I have a way to converse
with those who have passed over with the view to gather intelligence for me in
another realm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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mad Shikov the voice we heard was not a crossed over soul but something more
sinister, you don’t understand!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Oh
Ivan but this is where you are wrong! I do understand, you see I know what’s
out there in that space, I always have, the shadows speak to me and have done all
my life. They know me as you now know me.” He looked to each side of him as
Dirk moved to the side wall and dimmed the lights, putting the room in a half
light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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have heard my friends now you can see them!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ivan
strained as his mind was filled with the sound of static. He looked over to see
Uri in a state of shock and his good eye now bulged with the pressure of
knowing what was starting to materialize before his very eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Turning
to face Shikov, Ivan looked past the bastard before him and started to make out
shapes emerging behind him at his side. The void was giving birth to two shapes
in the darkness an elongated humanoid outline with very little shape slid into
reality with a pop and crackle in his ears as if the room had changed air pressure.
The smell of faint ozone and a strong chill hit him like a wave that made his
spine shudder involuntarily. The room swam with images of swirling oil like substance
dancing before him as if luring him drawing his psyche into a remorseless place
where nothing existed. Ivan draw a comparison quickly to his own powers and
remembered what his father had told him, a warning he may not get to tell his
own son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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room stopped in time and two figures now stood in the half light almost
featureless with sinuous growths where a mouth would be. Emaciated wraiths of
death with sunken cheeks and a void where a nose should be, the view was
hideous but at the same time fascinating, so many questions, and so many
answers he would never know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> A voice cut through his mind and into his
conscience thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“What
would you have known of us Ivan?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The voice
if that is the right word was thick but gentle, and similar in tone to the one
on the tape he had captured earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Without
speaking Ivan replied, “Who are you, or more to the point what are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Uri
was now a mess and was blubbering on his knees begging for the shapes not to
hurt him and get out of his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“We
are the keepers, those who control the shadows you have seen all your life, but
failed to understand. We ensure the dark ones, the shadows that try and entice you
to the shadows and feed, only take those who have passed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ivan
struggled to understand but in his mind he understood, that primal part of his
brain that was attuned to the before and passed down in his genes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Why
do you show yourself now, I do not understand” Ivan struggled to get out, his
head now feeling like it was the size of a baseball cramped and struggling to
think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“You
know us you always have, just never seen us just our minions that you thought
were apparitions and voices of departed and dead but we are just the keepers,
they are the feeders of souls. We are the gatherers and it is only when
confronted that we show ourselves but we are tired after a millennia of serving
the shadows in our world between worlds. We would have more!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“I
still don’t understand why you show yourself to me now?” Ivan replied trembling
uncontrollably now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Ah,
you know now that we exist and the problem is that if you know, then this
information can be gleamed by others who would do harm to the overseer.” The shapeless
thing emoted towards Shikov.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Ivan
closed his eyes and fled in his mind to his wife, a spark of knowing fell over the
keeper and he nodded at Shikov who placed a nine millimeter bullet between Ivan’s
closed eyes and then Uri.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Zoya
Chomsky was startled out of her rest by an awareness that greeted her with an agonizing
sadness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The apparition
took her by surprise and she stifled her scream as not to awaken the boys. The
shape drifted around the room in an awkward manner as if trying to get her
attention but she was already well aware of the vision that stood before her. Using
her own abilities to understand the shape a solitary tear formed in the corner
of her left eye and as she went to wipe it away the blurred outline of Ivan
Chomsky, her husband and lover shimmered in and out of existence. She knew what
to do and immediately ran to her bedroom and began packing a bag with
essentials, fighting against tears and sadness knowing the reason why he was
visiting her in such a way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Alexei
was dreaming now of his grandparents in Odessa when a vision of his father
crept into his thoughts and he appeared in his dream as if he was stalling the
thoughts freezing the motion within his dream. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Father
what’s wrong, why are you here?” Alexei said in his dream as he ran towards him
and hugged his father smelling the aftershave he wore and the feeling the corporeal
warmth of his body against his. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“They
are coming for me Alexei, the dark ones, the shadows in the night, the dancers,
and the enticers.” Alexei let go of his father and saw the pained expression of
helplessness on his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Never
let them lay their hands on your soul son; I won’t be there to protect you
anymore.” The vision of his father stopped and started looking around as if he
felt someone coming. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Father
you have passed, haven’t you? That’s why I can see you so well?” as tears
appeared in his dream state eyes his father shook his head in acknowledgement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“I
know it’s too soon Alexei, but I had no say in it, forces greater than you or I
have played out and my body is now no longer useful, do you understand? I am
still here but I no longer have use of my body, I am a lost soul, and I am
unsure of what is next Alexei, I do know that I need you to be strong and know
that I am still here for now, but I must keep moving or I will lead them to you
and your brother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">An
aura of green light appeared to Alexei as it did when the man on the rocks died
and his eyes welled with more tears that he could even taste now in his dream.
The dream world that Alexei had conjured in his sleep started to shimmer and
the edges of his sleeping reality started to breakdown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“I
have to go now I have to keep running as you do now, please promise me you will
not use your power, at least until you hear from me again! Can you promise me
that Alexei?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Yes
father I will wait for you and never again will I roam the never” he replied in
his dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Listen
to your mother and do what she says, never return to this place never try and
contact me stay away and wait, you must do this for me and try and make Dragon
understand Alexei, I love you all.” And with that his father was gone and so was
his dream, as his mother burst into the bedroom and gathered him and Dragon
with his grandparents Boris and Olga right behind packing bags for them and
getting them out of the house and bundled into the old Volvo Boris drove. The
Volvo although a box was as reliable as tomorrow but Zoya now fighting back the
tears wondered just haw reliable that now was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The
understanding of Ivan being dead hit her hard and Olga also struggling with the
knowing that her only son was dead comforted her as they sat quietly in the car
taking the rout that Boris and his son had predetermined in case of an
emergency like this. Neither of them trusted Dr. Gregory Shikov and now that
uneasiness was playing out as true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Using
the disposable mobile phone that was packed for this emergency Zoya punched in the
number of her parents in Odessa and informed them of what was happening and to
expect them at the designated point in the harbor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The phone
used was now smashed and discarded along the leafy deserted road leading the
broken family to their first stop in Voronezh, where they would pick up another
car in assumed names to take them to their next stop in Luhansk, before making the
trip along the coast west to Odessa. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Dr
Gregory Shikov sat in his chair Keepers at either side awaiting news of the family,
he had sent his special forces to capture or if need be kill on site if they
met resistance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“The
boy has talents Overseer, as his father and his father’s father.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Lighting
his cigar Shikov watched and waited patiently as the two dead bodies were
removed from his office and disposed of judiciously by his personal security.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Have
your minions done what is required Keeper”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“The
one you call Uri is no more his soul now the food in the bellies of the shadows,
but the one you call Ivan is gone he has powers the soul travels the light and
steers clear of the shadows” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“So
which one of the dead oness sons has the power Keeper, is it the one they call
Dragon or the little one called Alexei?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Oh
yes that is the one, the shadows followed the aura to a vision but they were
gone before they could find him”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 14.2pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Gone
what do you mean gone Keeper? I must have them the knowledge in his mind can
bring us down can undo everything we stand for.” Shikov rose from his chair and
turned the lights up full to remove all traces of shadows in his office, and
with the encroaching light the air pressure returned to normal and the chill
was gone from the air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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THEM, KILL THEM”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<h2 align="center" style="text-align: center;">
<span lang="EN-US">Chapter 2 – The
other side</span></h2>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Rhett Jackson drove his SUV up to the white picket fence on the quiet
tree lined street that was Maple Drive. He had already been to pick up two
coffees at Starbucks one a soy latte with a solitary sweetener and the
other a steaming hot brew of black coffee smothered with four sugars. The later
was his, and the former his partner of just six weeks, a young and not
unattractive Alice Dobbs. The pair had been put together as part of the
unrelenting push by the Bush administration to counter any and all intelligence
measures in place by the Eastern block or now aptly renamed the European Union.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice was top of her class in psychology with an unusual penchant for
the supernatural and all things that go bump in the night. Her claim to fame was
a case involving a missing senator’s son who was kidnapped for ransom by the
Mexican cartels in San Diego. The reported story was that she had an informant,
but the sealed case file showed her locating the boy using ‘Telempathy’ the
power to use another person’s emotions to understand what they are thinking,
therefore deriving an answer to a question that the subject did not wish to
divulge. The power also lets her feel emotion over distance by way of
telekinetic location, and once locked on to the subject she is like a hound dog
with a scent of prey. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">It’s not always one hundred percent accurate, but it has many advantages
when time and lack of locality are the only known variables. Other than that
Alice is a loving and almost childlike spirit because of her gift, and not a
hard case. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice knew Rhett was there before he pulled up, and was on her way out
the ornate led light front door with a depiction of a snow topped mountain
landscape as the theme, just as the shining black vehicle pulled to the curb.
Her slim legs and muscular frame accentuated by the form fitting Navy suit she
had to endure in the position she now held with the Special branch of the CIA.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Good morning Rhett, I see you have breakfast sorted as usual” she said
sliding into the leather passenger seat next to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yes! Coffee, Soy and one sweetener as always and a thick slice of Aunt
May Banana bread wrapped in the obligatory cling film from hell.” Was the
response she got and it was becoming a habit even after only six weeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You still drinking that over sweet swill I see.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yep hot and sweet, the right combinations to take paint right off the deco.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">They both took a sip from their paper cups and placed them in the centre
console for later use as Rhett slid the automatic gear shift into the drive
position and pulled out into the quiet street and started the journey to a yet
undisclosed address that was sent via pager to Rhett.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“So what’s on the cards today partner Alice said as she picked up a file
that was sitting on the dash board in front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">A man and woman had been murdered in their beds and the perpetrator was
still on hand at the scene where they had been holding him waiting for the pair
to arrive. The husband and wife were nobodies on the surface but the style in
which they were murdered by the assailant reeked of careful planning and a
planned hit. A single shot to the head and heart in each with little or no
defense suggested a hit indeed. The problem was there is little or no evidence
on the man responsible. The murderer a Chechnya dissident who was noticed as he
came into the country and was followed but the CIA were too late he had already
achieved his purpose. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“So why are we on this case?” Alice questioned as she looked over the
details once more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“The CIA had this guy but was not fast enough to stop him from achieving
his goal, so now it’s up to us to find out who sent him and why.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Ok so he flies into the US from Jamaica, goes to the house and shoots
both occupants dead. Then he goes and gets himself caught...Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“That’s were you come in Alice, they want you in his head to see if we
can track him back to a start point, they know he left Odessa two days ago and
now he’s in a van outside the house where he shot a husband and wife dead.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Ok, but why these two, what is the story with them, drug lords or money
laundering?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Rhett looked over at Alice and said “Page fifteen”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice moved the pages and found the information she was looking for both
immigrants to the US twenty years prior, he a doctor and she a school teacher
for special needs children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Something didn’t add up they were model citizens, no children of their
own on record but they were active in the local area and seemingly normal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“That’s it isn’t it they were too good to be true!” Alice started to
feel the couple as she read and saw the details between the lines. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Sleepers?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Rhett looked over at Alice and smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It would seem our couple was so good at being normal they slotted right
in and were virtually invisible, except something must have gone wrong.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The rest of the drive was spent in silence with Alice reading the file
over and over looking for details not written and Rhett was singing to himself
as the radio played the best tunes of yesterday and today. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Rhett slowed down and pressed the electric button to drop the driver’s
side window and showed his badge as he drove on and parked the SUV in the drive
way of the cordoned off house in suburbia. He noticed the neighbors around,
some crying, some questioning or being questioned by CIA intelligence
operatives but all seemed genuinely stunned at the actions of the night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As he got out coffee in hand Rhett shut the door and lit a cigarette as
he nonchalantly wandered around the scene. It was not a normal act for him but
one he had practiced many times before. The act of lighting a cigarette and
hiding behind a cupped hand gave him those precious seconds to scan the area
almost unseen as Dracula would hide behind his dark cloak in the shadows,
looking and picking out his next victim. He found the action disarmed a lot of
people and disgusted others so he too blended into the background of
invisibility. Nothing outstanding, people in dressing gowns, work suits, joggers
and even the odd school kid but there behind a few onlookers at the back was a
man in sunglasses and a short sleeve shirt, wearing jeans and black military
style boots. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Replacing his cigarettes and taking out a small compact camera he slid
behind the vehicle and snapped quickly toward the general area the man was in,
but he was gone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Damn, I had him” he whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What was that Jackson” Dave Dickson lead investigator with the CIA said
as he moved closer and slapped him on the back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Nothing Super, I thought I saw something” I lied taking a mental note
of the man his height weight, features that I would call upon later when I sat
in front of a sketch artist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It’s a clean kill both shot twice, head and heart, just like the old
days” Dickson said almost with a smile as he remembered the late seventies
fondly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Is Alice ready Jackson, we need to understand why they were hit” he
said as he walked toward the large secure van surrounded by agents and police. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yes sir, Alice over here partner the super wants you to weave your
magic while I go inside and look around.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Ok” she said as she made her way with the super and entered the high
security van. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Be careful Alice, something’s not right with this” I said softly to her
as she passed through the cordon of security and into the metal box as the door
was locked tight behind it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I made my way into the house after I was bagged up, a term used by
forensics when they use the all over paper suits, masks and booties to ensure
no contamination of the crime scene. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The door was not touched at the front and nothing was disturbed, the
rest of the house seemed perfect, the furniture sparse yet comfortable, loads
of photos around but none of the young couple just images from the last twenty
something years. No baby or child images of either, nor were there any extended
family photos either. The couple was clean and meticulous with the house and
the cleanliness, as well as the security, a full security system inside with
motion sensors and all door and window alarms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">A look out the rear door saw the guard dog with one well placed nine
millimeter slug in his head also. A small hole cut in the back window to allow
egress into the house and the security pad cover was open and in the switched
off position.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“This was no robbery or accident this was planned to perfection.” I said
aloud to myself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Walking slowly up the stairs I noticed a photo hanging on the wall had
the glass smashed as if the assailant had hated to look at them on the way out
I am gathering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Footsteps ahead and people talking as the forensic guys were doing their
thing vacuuming the bodies and the carpets as well as the bed clothes for any
physical evidence left behind. A visual scene of almost serenity greeted me as
I viewed the dead lying unknowing and comfortable in their bed. But the stench
of death is something you never mistake for anything else in the world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The bullet wounds precise and consistent with close range and the wife
looked as if she rose slightly as if she had heard something but had no chance
in saving either of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“John anything unusual buddy” I said to the lead forensic investigator
John Stewart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Rhett, long time pal, no nothing unusual except there is a post mortem
contusion on the right cheek and side of the head as if the murderer hit him
with something after he shot him in some weird rage.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“So we have a hit that was personal as well.” I said rubbing my chin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">John stood and handed me a plastic bag that was sealed and tagged with
“Evidence 12” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What do you make of this Rhett” he said as I took hold of the bag and
examined the contents.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">It was a Makarov single action pistol, late seventies vintage made in
Russia and used by the military police as well as the KGB, but their version of
choice was usually the silenced Makarov PB.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Can I take this and show Alice? She has a thing for old handguns.” Well
that’s what I told him anyway. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Sure but remember it has to go back with the rest into evidence.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I waved my appreciation back at John as I left the room with the cold
metal in my hands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice sat across from the man accused of murder and stared thru him not
at him as he met her gaze. She studied his face his features and saw sorrow in
his eyes that was match and outplayed by the sense of purpose he held within
him. The features were Russian but not Muscovite but more Baltic, Latvian
mainly, which explained a lot to Alice as she finally met the killers
gaze. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Jums ir dzili nepatiksanas biedrs” she said in slow but deliberately
fluent Latvian which translated meant “You are in deep trouble comrade”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The man shifted in his seat his eyes widened slightly and the pupils
dilated marginally as he became quickly uncomfortable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">With only a faint hint of an accent he replied in English, and quickly
regained his composure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“So you know where I am from pretty lady, big deal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice tilted her head slightly and picked up the hesitance and then
training that had created the perfect wall again as his guard went back up but
in that fleeting instant she felt the feeling of being alone and without help. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You do know you will never see light of day once more don’t you! But
something tells me that’s not the issue here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Again uncomfortable he shifted and she picked up a longing to somewhere
else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What is your name can we at least talk on equal terms?” she said
quietly with a hint of honey coated mesmerism that he could not resist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Dainis Balodis, and yours?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Alice, let’s keep it informal shall we, there is no need for
formalities here especially as you have just murdered two innocent people.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Again she studied his face as she spoke, and a flash of anger and pride
flashed across his face as if he had no choice but to kill these people for an
injustice they had perpetrated somehow. He sat back and crossed his arms
showing tattoos on his arms that proved to her the feelings of anger and loss
of belonging at a young age. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Dainis why are you so angry at these people, what have they done to
you?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Not to me….” He stated to say as he moved forward in his seat but then
stopped short and regained his composure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“If not you Dainis, then who, your family?” no response was forthcoming.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Your ideals your country” a spark of knowing wiped across his face as
if a movie flickered in and out of existence that on Alice picked up on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“So they did something that upset your ideals, your pride was hurt and
this was your job is that it?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice knew she had hit a nerve and he became agitated and uncomfortable
in his seat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Just take me back and throw me in a cell. That’s what you’re going to
do isn’t anyway so just do it!” he yelled at her across the table. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice shot out her hand and held his manacled hands for the merest of
seconds. A life of anger and hatred and a sense of belonging at last
overwhelmed her as she felt his emotions welling inside almost to a boiling
point. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You’re a pawn Dainis, what are you atoning for, what sins have you
perpetrated to allow you to do this to another human being.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“They were traitors, scum.” He spat back at her pulling his hands free
from hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice stood and thanks Dainis for his assistance and then turned to Dickson
and nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“He is muscle for hire, he is just a pawn in this and it seems our
murdered perfect family was more than likely sleepers, Russian agents from the
seventies sent here to infiltrate and learn but like most they became soft and
enjoyed what the west gave them. This was Payback for not doing as they were
ordered.” Alice stood and pointed at the murderer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“He is a thug and hired gun and he was doing as he was told nothing
more.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Dainis swore in his native tongue and then to add insult also in Russian
just so she would know where the orders came from, and in solid drawl told her
she was dead anyway, they were all dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Rhett made his way to the front door of the house as the first bullet hit
is mark, the police officer at the door was thrown backward three feet by the
impact and his head now nothing but a pulpy mass of exploded flesh. He hit the
ground instinctively and his training took over but his first thought was
Alice. A second and third shell burst into the house picking out targets and
around the secure van, agents and police were taking cover as the high caliber
silent killers stalked them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">A shell hit the van and exploded inside hitting Dave Dickson in the
thigh tearing at the artery inside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Dave screamed at the driver to get them the hell out of the line of fire
but unknown to him the driver was already dead and slumped against the wheel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice took cover as best she could while the murderer sat laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">All was quiet for just a few seconds before Rhett heard the unmistakable
hiss of machine pistol fire and saw three more of his colleagues gunned down at
short range. The gunman was the fleeting image he had seen only minutes before.
As he lifted his head to see out the window he drew the pistol from his
shoulder holster and was greeted by a wave of shells as they tore into the
house to ensure no-one would exit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The attacker opened the secure door and looked the three occupants one
at a time before he sprayed the remainder of the clip into Dainis Balodis as he
sat cuffed to the makeshift interrogation desk exploding his chest into a mass
of blood and bone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice looked over at the super only to see him struggling to remain
conscience from loss of blood from the previous injury. He struggled to hold
his pistol and the new assailant quickly replaced the clip and chambered the
next round.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As he took aim at Dave he stopped and redirected the stubby smoking muzzle
at Alice who at this point was holding her standard issue nine mm Glock outstretched
and it was a standoff, with Dickson now out cold it was just the two of then
left. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Time to die sweetheart” he said in a thick Russian accent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Then before Alice could blink the left side of his head exploded
outwards and she turned to see Rhett standing at the doorway to the van with
his gun held tight and straight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You ok Partner” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I am now, but the super is in a bad way” she replied pointing to Dave
Dickson.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Its ok ambulances are on their way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Rhett this was a setup, he knew this guy was coming for us and he was
prepared to die. I don’t get it yet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Rhett sat on the table and placed the safety on once more as he put the
pistol back in its holster. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I don’t get it either but they were sleepers, been around a while too,
this was a hit to let others know that when you belong to the cause there is no
getting out.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I get that Rhett but why this guy?” she said pointing to the second
killer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Not sure but he targeted our suspect and then wanted to take you out,
so who have you pissed of lately?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Alice ran her blood stained hands over her jacket top and pants as she
thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Maybe my reputation precedes me!” she said with a smile, and then she
looked at Rhett and they both knew it would never be the same again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Глава 1 - Зная<br />
Лунная спальня только скудно обставленный , но российским стандартам это было более чем комфортно. В комнате тепло, и кровати приглашая с несколькими роскоши , что другие не могут быть в состоянии получить в свои руки , как ночник -паук и ничьей полной комиксов . Воздух теплый, но схолодной зимой холод просачивается через окно мороза покрыты является имел край к этому , что заставило прижимаясь под охватывает неизбежный исход.<br />
Живопись фотографий карандаш и цветной карандаш , приглушенные ночник были выставлены вокруг кровати , где шесть лет Алексей спал , и по комнате приглушенный дыхание своего старшего брата Dragon был его единственным утешением . Дракон был множество игрушек и деревянных и металлических , включающих в основном из военных автомобилей, танков и самолетов и множество металлических руки согнуты в странных ракурсах. Стены были фотографии из журналов , отправленные его дедом в Одессе своего любимого супергероя Человека-паука . Будучи на три года старше , чем его брат Dragon был из детских игр , как он выразился , но он всегда был на стороне своего младшего братьев и сестер готовы защищать его любой ценой. Он не успокоить знаю, почему это было , но он знал, что за ним ухаживать не только сейчас, но до тех пор, как они жили , и его тихое поведение никогда не затмила его исходящий и любящие природу .<br />
Липецк город они живут в наиболее известен своей железной руды , но в основном духовным и сообщил целебные свойства ее ценятся грязевые ванны , где они проведенных искусство бальнеолечения , или акт исцеления через минеральных вод с восемнадцатого сотни . Железнодорожное сообщение между Москвой и городом приводить новых людей каждый день, чтобы бане в богатых питательными веществами вод и авиабазы к северу от города , где их родители работают , обеспечивает местных жителей с высоким уровнем жизни и денег в область. Алексей любит плавание в банях и Драконарыбалки в соседней реки Воронеж .<br />
Жизнь , как они знают , что это чудесное вещь, но количество времени, их родители тратят на работе означает, что они не часто видим их , и это есть жить в бабушки и дедушки Ольги и Бориса , которые заботятся о них больше нет.<br />
Последний поезд покидал станцию и отдаленный стук поезда , как он оставил своей поездки в Москву сказал Алексей это было теперь, после восьми. Он посмотрел на свои фотографии на стене рядом с ним и дивился на местах он обращается . Каждый новый и интересный место , его любимыйвершине горы , выступающие из моря пушистые белые облака , что он воображаемых будет теплым и привлекательным , а также заснеженные пик , что он думал, что он в один прекрасный день ходьбы от .<br />
Его другая любимая был огромный желтый пляж в форме полумесяца , покрытой маленькие точки , представляющие людей , которые плавали и с удовольствием, семьи , резвящихся в воде между двумя ярко-красными флагами и мужчин с руки на головы , глядя на море обеспечения безопасность тех, наслаждаясь ярким солнцем , которое обращается в левом верхнем углу с волнистой желтой линии , изображающие солнца согревающие лучи.<br />
Но был рисунки одну ОН Алексея , который выделился из всех остальных , и это было темно , почти зловещее состав темных оттенков. Сучки из черных, синих и фиолетовых , нарушаемая только малейшего силуэтов против чернильной карандашом и карандаш размазывается фоне. Форма может быть почти гуманоида по форме, но для вопиющих бледно-желтых глаз , которые, казалось , чтобы исправить на зрителя с какой стороны ни было смотрел с . Алексей ахнула, когда он был сделан от своего темного изображением на своем спальном брата , приглушенным вздохом , который сказал ему, что он задремал и мечтал будучи паук .<br />
Алексей перевел взгляд на картину на его столике его родителей Ивана и Зоя , и картина заставила его улыбнуться, потому что это был один из последнего Рождества на дядю Антона дома в Одессе. Его отец работал допоздна сегодня вечером в военно-воздушных сил соединения, которое он видел только один раз , когда он ходил с отцом , чтобы забрать свою мать , и он не любил его мгновенно .<br />
Это был серый и темное место , что был окружен со всех сторон высокой электрифицированных ограждений , которые имели сторожевые башни и прожекторы , которые разрезают в темноте с точностью совы охоты хищных при свете луны. Здания были в основном бетон и железобетонные с чем-то он забыл , что его отец сказал ему один раз, чтобы оградить любую излучение или что-то вроде этого , и то место, которое он и его мать работала под землей в герметичном бункере , где не проникает радиосигнал может получить внутрь или наружу.<br />
Тени метались в и вокруг зданий, прожекторы переехал и , когда он вспомнил ,холодная дрожь лед путешествовал основание позвоночника в затылке , и Алексей выпускать непроизвольный стон вместе с дыханием , которая собралась в тумане , как он оставил рот . Он перевернулся и закрыл глаза мышление длинных желтых песков в его рисунок , и тепло солнца на коже.<br />
Иван сидел в комнате отдыха потягивая половины холодной горький кофе , думая, что он должен быть дома в объятиях его прекрасной Зои но шлепок по спине вернул его к искусственно освещенной свободный номер .<br />
" Иван , то как остаточная работа энергии лупа собирается брата"темные и толстые акцентом голос , как известно, Иван сказал , как владелец придвинул стул рядом с ним и сел скрещенными ногами и руками , размещенные за голову. Имя тега , который висел из шерсти не сделал ничего , чтобы скрыть угрюмый настрой доктора Григория Шиков .<br />
" Он идет вдоль врача ; мы будем испытания той его вместе с усилитель голоса завтра в нижней подвале в соответствии с просьбой " . Иван ответил потягивая лаконичный кофеин.<br />
Доктор Шиков поерзал на стуле с в том, что не было никого еще вокруг них , и он приблизился к Ивану , так близко Иван почувствовал запах кислый водку на его дыхание попытке быть скрыты зловонием сигары он имел просто горит и взорван первый чествовали дыхание в его сторону .<br />
" Ради тебя Иван Я надеюсь, что мы получить некоторые результаты на этот раз , как я устал от отчетности перед генерал , что мы еще ой так близко ! "<br />
Иван смещается в кресле , но ничего не зрительный контакт . " Д-р это не точная наука мы пытаемся здесь вы знаете, что не так ли? Это является новаторской и, насколько мне известно , никогда ранее сделать в любом месте " .<br />
Не отрывая прохладный Шиков встал и направился к двери, но вместо выхода он закрыл тяжелых металлов устройство ограничивая их как в серой холодной комнате бетона и металла.<br />
" Вы недооцениваете способность у вас есть Иван, вы и ваша жена всегда есть , вы были всего лишь пару так называемых исследователей на дерьмовой университета в Одессе , когда я нашел тебя , ты помнишь ? "<br />
Иван кивнул головой , зная, что за этим последует .<br />
"Это же я, чтобы привел тебя сюда и дал вам цель в тупик жизни , использовать ваши идеи и отточить свои мысли на паранормальных , мертвые достичь мимо ваш скудный потенциал и использовать средства , что только я один, в моем распоряжении . " Шиков медленно двинулся к Ивану еще раз перетаскивания трудно сигарой позволяя синий рулон дыма изо рта и выхода его половина съедены легкие.<br />
"Я помню, доктор, и я помню, также вы сказали, что будем иметь некоторый вклад в то, что мы собирались помочь вам достичь как лично, так и для России. ", Сказал Иван , когда он стоял встретиться аванс врачей.<br />
Иван был, не сутулятся в пять футов десять дюймов в высоту и восьмидесяти килограммов в носках , но Шиков не был обычным Доктор он был участником врач и при прикосновении над шестью двух и ста килограммов он был человеком с наличием , как физически и умственно.<br />
" Не играйте мне Иван Я провел двадцать лет играл с лучшим, и я знаю, как добиться того, что я хочу , так что если вы и что красивая жена твоя хотите продолжать работать здесь , и живущих в порядке, вы привыкли , то я предлагаю вам сделать некоторый прогресс , СКОРО! " последнее слово затих, когда он сделал свой выход в комнату отдыха и обратно в серых катакомбах подземном бункере .<br />
Иван снова сел и закончил свою теперь холодный кофе , прежде чем его путь назад к рабочей комнате и его партнер Ури .<br />
Шиков пробрался вниз по коридорам и смотрели на каждом повороте , как тени встретились и оставил свое видение . Чувство трепета был царапая его подсознание , как он шел, ощущение следят все, но предпосылки в российской армии , особенно в его звания и должности в партии . Его работа здесь считалась следующий гигантский шаг в эволюции сбора информации , но, как он знал, что были более простые способы , чтобы получить информацию , просто грязнее и труднее заставить людей понять пути он родился с . Так что его много в жизни сейчас является создание знания как можно лучше , не другие понимая свою истинную скрытую повестку дня, тот, который он не был на сто процентов уверен.<br />
Иван вернулся в рабочую комнату, где Ури пел последнюю американскую рэп от его Ipod сбить . Насколько он был обеспокоен он был настоящего Слима Шейди .<br />
"Эй Иван мой мужчина спину , наконец , у меня есть много, чтобы показать вам, " сказал он, снял наушники и пусть музыка остановку , как он вернул устройство обратно к его верхнем кармане .<br />
" Да я вернулся , и я не могу ждать, чтобы увидеть, что вы делаете с эмиттером мой друг " . Он ответил любезность<br />
Устройство они работали над был партнером кусок к тому, что почти усовершенствовал Иван и Зоя . Филиал военных все они работали , было частью Российской разведки , но в меньшей степени и Хэдли известно часть за исключением высших чинов . Иван новаторским инженер-электрик и парапсихолог в своем праве встретил молодую Зою в университете , где они были притягиваются друг к другу , как мотылек на пламя . Зоя талантливый среду сводить концы с концами , делая показания в вокруг Одессе для вдов и старых женщин, желающих быть уверены, что смерть не была быопыт бояться , но один из мира и любви. Ее таланты не только в разговоре с мертвыми в вашем подделки и сенсационных телевизионной образом , а путем шестым чувством , где она может забрать эмоции и чувства от умершего либо недавнего или далекого прошлого , путем активного показаний энергии , а также то, что некоторые называют остаточной перенос .<br />
Последний , как говорят, действия, эмоции и чувства , оставленные в фиксированных окрестностях , как камни подземелья камер , где сотни замученных или убитых по разным причинам . Церкви являютсявдохновляющей опыт для Зои , как она может чувствовать свет в самых развалинах здания , но в случае остаточной негативной энергии , это почти всегда затмевает свет с тьмой , которая течет через предметы . Она часто говорит , что тьма льется вредоносной силы в объектах .<br />
Ури упалреализации он держал на металлический стол и проснулся Иван от своих внутренних мыслей.<br />
"Хорошо , мы готовы проверить мой друг, вы можете прикрепить батарейки пожалуйста Иван "<br />
Иван прилагается аккумулятор на новое устройство , которое былоэлектромагнитное регулятор поле с источником света и построен в тревоге . Теория, лежащая устройства был тот, который пришел Зоя с вокруг причин, почему она чувствовала , как она сделала , когда в контакте с духами или энергии духа .<br />
Проверка устройства трудно, потому что мы знаем, что , когда нормальный человек получает в пределах диапазона , который всего несколько сантиметров он устанавливает его энергией мы излучать как живые души и пока у нас не было никаких удачи , генерирующий сигнал тревоги , что не был создан одним из нас .<br />
Мы стояли назад и Ури щелкнул выключателем , низкий гул , излучаемый из блока , который был достаточно жуткое для меня , как это было .<br />
" То, что сейчас Иван " Ури сказал , когда мы стояли и наблюдали за блок с пустыми взглядами .<br />
" Я думаю, мы тест, чтобы увидеть , если один из нас задает единицу , как и прежде . " И с этим я двинулся вперед и положил руку рядом со старой радиоантенны , которая была прикреплена к единице , и, как ожидается,сигнализация гудела и погас свет , чтобы сказать мне, что я зарегистрирован в поле .<br />
"Хорошо это работает" Ури сказал с восторгом и хитрой улыбкой на лице , как мы высоко проигрывал друг друга и смеялись о том, что было дальше.<br />
Я повернулся , чтобы забрать свои документы со стола рядом и без предупреждения свет ворвался в жизни и прозвучал сигнал тревоги .<br />
Я посмотрел на Ури с видом шока и удивления , так как устройство выпалил и остановился затем начал снова мгновений спустя .<br />
Ури ошеломлен в молчание круговым словами я не мог услышать , но понял как заявление для кого-то , чтобы выполнить половой акт с ним .<br />
Свет мерцал и умер потом опять закурил. Я схватил моего диктофон и сделал короткая запись в батарейках записывающего устройства только для того, батарея так умереть в течение всего лишь десять секунд , другой рассказать сказку признак духовного действия. Общеизвестно, что духи будет стекать источники питания в попытке проявить или общаться.<br />
" Ури ты в порядке , мой друг " Я спросил его, как он смотрел безучастно на свете , как это щелкнул в и из существования , как если бы кто-то играл с ним.<br />
"Я так думаю Братан ", сказал он в своей лучшей американским акцентом от всей его музыки он слушал .<br />
"Это работает ! Черта работает Иван " сказал он тихо<br />
Свет в мастерской померк в целом , а затем восстановлен себя почти создавая стробоскопический эффект , и я был уверен, что я увидел слабый план то, стоящего недалеко от недавно созданного устройства , поскольку огни щелкнул и выключается. Тогда так же внезапно, как и начался он остановился.<br />
" Ты должен быть гадят мне Иван , ты видел это? " Он сказал сейчас слабину челюстью .<br />
" Посмотрите, что Ури "<br />
"Я ... Я был уверен, что видел что-то , стоящего антенной , играя с ним. Как будто играет с нами ", он теперь говорит упал на спинку стула тянется за сигаретой , что он знал, что не было разрешено курить в здесь .<br />
" Ури , сигарета ", сказал я и поставил его обратно в пакет .<br />
"Да, я думаю, что видел что-то, но я чертовски уверен, что я не знаю, что это было , если оно действительно было что-нибудь вообще " Я ответил , наконец, его вопрос .<br />
Он снова сказал себе то же самое бранное слово он одними губами за несколько минут до .<br />
" Ури прекратить задавать нет , как я собираюсь сделать это. " Я сказал осветления настроение немного .<br />
Мы смотрели друг на друга , и я дал понять, что он выключить его , что он сделал с поспешностью .<br />
"Хорошо известно, он работает сейчас , так что давайте звонить, это уходит на сегодня и немного поспать нормально Ури ? "<br />
"Хорошо Иван , но вы можете сказать Доктора я не он меня мурашки по коже . " Он сказал, как он протянул новую батарею для меня поместить в мой диктофон.<br />
Принимая батарею я заменил его и держал провел один в специальном вощеную коробку светодиод для Зои , чтобы осмотреть утром.<br />
Я перемотал пленку к началу и сам слышал разговор между звуком сигнализации и просто , прежде чем батарея умерла я услышал второй голос , что охлажденное меня до костей .<br />
" Иван , чтоэто было? Я уверен, что это не я говорю все, что я не думаю, что я мог говорить " .<br />
Я перемотал пленку во второй раз и нажал играть, мои руки дрожали, когда я ждал слабый голос в конце.<br />
" Я могу видеть вас ! ", А затем молча.<br />
" Черт Ури все эти годы я хотел найти конкретные доказательства другой стороны для других, чтобы понять, что я уже знаю , но это не то, что я ожидал"<br />
Иван и Юрий перевел устройство в картонных контейнерах с отключенной аккумуляторной батарее и прибраться в тишине. Ури снял рабочий пальто и положил ее аккуратно на стойке и похлопал себя вниз нащупывая ключи от машины и сигарет , прежде чем он указал на прощание мне и сделал поездку мимо пунктов пропуска к лифту , который приведет его наверх и подальше от этого места для ночь .<br />
Иван положил диктофон с лентой все еще внутри у него в кармане и повесил на работу пальто вверх рядом с Ури . Он вышел из мастерской до кодирования дверь за ним закрылась , и пробираясь медленно и в оцепенении вниз одинокой серой эмалью коридора , который имел зеленый взгляд на него , но он предположил, что это было ни серый или зеленый, но тупая смесь как военные цвета. Он прошел много дверей все с ключевыми закодированы магнитных замков с современным надписью по обеспечению все секреты лежала в холодной стали и пуленепробиваемого матовое стекло остался таким образом .<br />
Чувство предчувствия ударил его, как всплеск электрической энергии , а затем оставил его , как он повернул за угол , проходящий два других Tech, и вооруженное солдата на его раундов , или изменение только в результате смены обязанностей метрах от его назначения; комнате отдыха .<br />
Стоя в одиночестве, ожидая несвежий кофе, чтобы разогреть он скользнул четыре шапкой чайные ложки сахара в его керамическую кружку с надписью " Лучший папа в мире ", и он улыбнулся , закрыв глаза на несколько секунд выпускающих его мысли дрейфовать , и он увидел Алексея , мирно спит в своей постели свернулся калачиком под его охватывает.<br />
" Иван , врач хочет, чтобы вы в своем кабинете сейчас "прогремел голос на него и потащил его мысли обратно в холодную и непривлекательный номер от затяжной мысли своего невинного сына, как он спал , теплый , зная, что завтра будет еще один день.<br />
" Разве ты не слышал меня Иван? СЕЙЧАС! " Москвич растягивая слова проявляется в его речи было почти физическая вещь в себе.<br />
"Хорошо Дирк сказать ему, что я буду там в ближайшее время "<br />
"Убедитесь, что это потому, что , если мне придется вернуться , это не будет приятным " Диркболонка сказал, как он пусть хлопнула дверь за ним закрылась .<br />
Иван наконечником кофе ила в кружку кружились едкий жидкость с его пера , сосала его в чистоте и положил его обратно в карман и направился медленно доктора Григория Шиков .<br />
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Алексей слегка сдвинуты во сне , как видение своего отца , улыбающиеся проведение его лучший папа кружку мелькнула у него в голове . Тихое спокойное спустились в его бытия , как будто он понял , насколько его отец любил его и его брата . Его лицо усталым, но все еще полон энергии , то взрыв гнева ударил его , как приливная волна , как лицо отца рассеивается , он знал, что это был не гнев по отношению к нему , но гнев прогнозам от своего отца .<br />
Алексей дрейфовал ближе к его совести государства , о котором знал он не был ни полностью спит , ни в сознании, но блаженное место в период между , где он плавал над собой и как мысленным взором посмотрел на чертеже бука его тянуло к месту в его сознании и как если бы в одно мгновение он плыл в пространстве и времени через облака зефира клочья , ни холодно ни жарко просто движется со скоростью , что бы создать звуковой удар , если он думал , что происходило была реальной, и он был действительно МИГ 21 , как модель Дракон был на его полке. Воздух замедлился и стал толщиной с веществом , но он все еще был просто посетителем на свое место в его сознании , где люди плавали и наслаждался солнечной погодой и синий океан воды . Он представлял себя ходить на песке и чувствовал мгновенный тепло от солнца , запеченная зерен кварца и коралла, который был выбросило на побережье. Затем он подумал о воде и как здорово это выглядело , как его маленькие пальцы вошли в плеск волн у его бесплотных ноги , что делает его дрожать от предвкушения и внезапный прилив холода с пеной вод. Он мог почти испытать спрей соли на его лице , и когда он повернулся, чтобы посмотреть далее вдоль пляжа во сне что-то самое необычное случилось . Собака пробежала мимо него и молодой человек прошел его насквозь , ощущение было совсем не больно , как это было неудобно , человек остановился и посмотрел на волоски на руках , поскольку они стояли смирно в такой жаркий день на солнце , и высокая блондинка человек, одетый в вихревую структуру красный, синий желтый и зеленый на его плавках вздрогнул и дал звуковой вздох , взгляд из незнания пришел на его лице , и он чуть было желание спросить , есть ли кто-нибудь там, но он стряхнул ее и погнался за своей собакой вниз песчаный стрейч называя имя " Бастер " , как он побежал .<br />
Алексей посмотрел на скалистом обнажении , что имел человек с удочками стоя в опасных местах надеясь на землю приз стоит почти верная смерть , если они были сделаны в закрученной смертельных водах вокруг острых камней , зовущий их смели пробовать .<br />
Движение в глубокой котловине привлекло его внимание , и это было в этом темном навеса , что он увидел, что его юный ум мысль были злые духи , призраки следовали теневые области , и он мог разобрать болтовню , как будто они общались , ожидая кого-то, чтобы прийти к вреда или хуже причинить вред окружающим.<br />
Именно тогда , что это произошло !<br />
Пожилой мужчина , гуляя с удочкой над сбалансированным и упал в пенистой лунку зубчатые отчаяния и воды вокруг места он упал была в крови в то, что казалось считанные секунды от него , попадающих в мощный поток. Алексей увидел пожилого человека , а его тело и попытался отвернуться , но трагедия аварии был его ум замирает на плавающий теперь безжизненное тело , как это было разбилась о скалы снова и снова.<br />
Ореол зеленый образуется вокруг человека и оставил свое тело , как оказалось странное оттенок желтого зеленовато-желтый . Алексей хотел пойти в свете , но инстинкт держал его обратно, какпочти человеком желтый свет приблизился к злых теней. Глаза темные светились от восторга , как свет этого человека переехал к ним и тени. Они обратились кричать от боли, когдасвет проходил через них, но само вес из них вынуждены свет в тени , где он был покоренных и кусочек в этом преисподней области открылась, и его сущность тащили с ними в пустоту с одной теневой пребывания позади. Алексей кричал безмолвном крике , но тень , что слышал, как он и его желтые глаза устремив на него , он услышал в своей голове голос, который скользил как тысяча змей более острыми лезвиями .<br />
" Кто ты ребенок ? И как вы можете видеть меня? "<br />
Алексей замер и не сделал или думать ни слова, он имел мгновенный видение своей комнате и его спит в своей постели и как лазерный свет он ворвался обратно в его собственное почти проснулся тело физически тряски и ужасный голос змея еще шлифования вокруг его глава .<br />
" Алексей"<br />
" Алексей просыпаться сновидения " Дракон сказал, как он провел его младшие братья плечами.<br />
Алексей проснулся полностью и обнял его брат слезы начинают отслеживать как серебряные тропы из уголков глаз , угрожающих бежать вниз в румянце, вторгнуться в его рот давая ему вкус своих соленых слез, которые он ненавидел так очень много.<br />
"Дракон , они лгали нам Монстры реальны ", он сказал, как он проскользнул вниз и расслабленно в глубокий сон .</div>
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