Posted by nigel1 on April 02, 2002 at 09:11:54:
She was a heavy-set girl, but blonde and playful. She liked to harass the old lady at the cash register. Were they related? Yes, one was the other's daughter. Where were they related? Mostly about the ass. The younger blonde had a nice butt, and so did her mom. And they were both a little bit on the fat side, where the meat is sweet. Neither one of them was very bright, but all knew they were good-hearted. That's what made it so sad, when the killer shot the old woman in her chest, right between her bulging boobs, and shot her daughter in her lower belly, making several holes in her small intestine. The girl went down, clutching her wound, doubling over with her face on the floor and her ass in the air. She caught four more bullets in the lower back and her legs flew out and she stretched face down behind the counter. They found her there, dead, in a pool of blood. Her blue eyes were only a little more vacant than before, focused on a dead cockroach under the sink. Did she realize what was happening to her? Did she think of the bullets slashing through her tender young body? Sic transit gloria! But that was not even the end of it! Not by far!
The killer surprised a pair of young mexican women in their apartment my posing as a utilities bill collector. Count on a mexican girl to have an overdue electric bill! He threatened them at gunpoint and bound and gagged them both, and stripped them with the aid of a dagger, cutting off clothing, even removing their tampons, since both seemed to be having their periods. One, who was shorter and plumper than the other, maybe younger, he stabbed in the bellybutton. While she lay dieing with the knife sticking in her belly, he raped the other girl. When he finished he pulled the knife out of the first girl, who had bled to death by this time. He fucked the dead one in her chubby rearend. When he came, he picked up his .22 and shot the second victim in her brain, through the back of her skull. He turned her onto her back, admired her plump body, and shot her again, once through each nipple, and then in her bellybutton. And then he spent a rather long time, bravely, with the corpses, fucking them each in turn, for hours while the bodies cooled and stiffened and the blood congealed. When he was through at last they were both cold and stiff. He used their shower to scrub the blood off his body. Where were their immortal souls, he wondered, for he was a good Catholic between murders. He hoped they were both in hell. He'd killed four girls so far. He hoped someday to be able to kill a Catholic girl who would know herself to be in mortal sin, who would die knowing herself to be damned. He'd let her attempt an act of contrition, but he'd kill her before she could finish. He'd like her to be named Shirley, and he'd wish her to have a small body with perky firm breasts and a high navel. It was a premonition. He could see this girl, and he knew someday he would meet her. He prayed for a long career.