One evening we were on the couch watching TV. While I was sitting up, she was stretched out with her head in my lap. Remembering how great it had been...with Monica, I had told Mom that when we were alone in the house I wanted her to wear nothing but thongs. She obliged quite willingly, rapt in the knowledge that I found her beautiful even at twenty-nine and determined to please me no matter what it might take."Darin," she said, muting the TV, "I never dreamed that anything like this could. I rushed a bit in order to get in the shot while the man was still so exposed, but I was still determined to make my shot count. I fired, but bad luck finally showed its ugly head. Just as I fired at Sanchez's chest, one of the other men leaned over and was struck by the bullet intended for Sanchez. This man fell into the fire and extinguished it, cutting off all chance of getting another shot at Sanchez until later. I must have killed the man I hit, because he did not move out of the fire pit. He wondered what instruments existed in times past. He had read bits and pieces over the years of strange things like long brass tubes riddled with holes that worked a little like a flute, as he understood it, but what he had found was too vague to paint an accurate picture. One piece he had found even claimed that such an instrument existed which actually wrapped around the player’s body like a snake and produced the sound from a huge bell above one’s head!Other titles jumped out at him, too,. The man threw her right into the trunk and kept pressing the tissue onto her until she stopped moving.He then zip tied her hands and feet together and closed the trunk.On his way home he was not too nervous. He was driving a new car and the police never stopped him.The chance anyone would find that girl was minimal and not present in his head.He thought of what he would do to her in the next couple of weeks. Already he had laid out a huge plan and by the time he would be finished, Lisa would.