I had on that short black skirt, black top. I had also included one of my sexy bras so that my boobs were pushed upwards and enough cleavage to make a...dead man turn over in his grave. When I entered the restaurant at first the maitre' d seemed to enjoy the view I gave him.As he led us to the table and pulled my chair from the table to seat me, I made sure my skirt rode up my thighs. It's such a turn on for me knowing I excited himJohn sat down across from me with his back to the rest of the. They were a fine catch, all legs and lips and breasts and eyes. Absently, he rubbed the blonde's thigh and asked Bruce, "Where are we taking them?" I was thinking the place in Kiniston," was the reply."Kiniston?" Scott repeated. The blonde drew away from his touch with a whimper and he tasered her between the legs. "Isn't that old dump in Orcutt closer?" he asked."Kiniston is more isolated and not much farther," Bruce replied as Scott moved into the front of the van and took the passenger seat.. They, from nature, are the aggressors, the hunters.You can't stay home all the time. You can't avoid them. You have to deal with them, especially if you're single.During my recovery time, I had to stay down. I didn't feel like doing much, anyway. Once everything was healed. I had a severe case of cabin fever. I just needed to get out amongst people!How people reacted towards me was also for me at that time a major ego boost... just what I needed.Maybe, that's what got me in trouble.As a male,. It was the creation of a psychopath. As he received his nightly beatings, his mind formulated a plan to return his pain to the women who caused it.Years went by and his thinking became affected by the constant pain. His mind was warped but not broken. He became smarter and smarter. But he kept his genius to himself. It was used only to get revenge on the women who hurt him, all pretty women.One day when he was nearing his 19th birthday, the door to his cell was left unlocked. That night he.