Either she was on the pill or we got lucky, either way nothing happened. We fucked a couple more times after that but then she got a boyfriend and so ...e had to stop. Leah was my second target. She was&hellip, casual about sex. Not a whore or a slut, just a little bit casual. If you asked her, she would probably say yes to a quickie somewhere private. She had 32C breasts and black hair, and was about 55. I didnt get my chance until a couple weeks after Charlotte, after a low turnout in hockey. She was cunning, beautiful, discreet, and mostsignificantly, a ruthless barracuda. She was also that most feared, fascinatingand ferocious of killers- the sexual sadist. Ariel took a pleasure in her hitsas if she were smashing a porcelain doll. She gloated at destruction, the morebeautiful, glamorous or powerful the victim, the more intense was her delight.When her sexual climaxes were at stake, nothing else mattered but the successof her eliminations. That is why so many sexual murderers go. .. silly.That was it. It was silly. She enjoyed the humor of it, but more than that ... the fact that it was so out-of-character. Getting a tattoo at all made her feel free, like she was someone else - getting one of a pair of tits? That just proved that she wasn’t boxed into her life as a graphic designer at a failing company.She was more than that, she was free. It made her forget that she was swimming in debt ... it told her that she could do whatever she wanted.In fact, she might even get. I couldn't see her face but it was obvious that she was either partially sighted or maybe even totally blind. I sat watching her as she seemed to gather herself before stepping out onto the crossing.The stick was sweeping a short arc as she carefully made her way as people swirled around her. I suddenly felt myself tensing up as I stared at her with a kind of surreal fascination and admiration at what she was doing. Was she going to work? Shopping? Whatever it was, she had guts. There she was..