.. And I wept all the way."That's her, over there! Can you see her? She almost killed a man by just looking at him..."The gossip consumed everybody. A...d mainly I was the juiciest subject on the agenda. Over the next few days I walked and stumbled, tried not to look back. I was scared to look anybody in the eyes, afraid of seeing hate or — even worse — pity. And it seemed to me that, though I was the hottest topic to talk about, people avoided me.The only ones who had talked with me were Goovar. In her late 40s, she was still beautiful. Her legs were perfect because they were so long and curvy. And she was voluptuous. I loved women with meat on them. Sexy meat. Her ass was wiggly. I mean, when she walked it did a little dance for you, if you were watching, and I always did watch when I was there to see it.So Mrs. Griffin came to me to help her. She wanted a divorce so she could get on with her life. My camera in her bedroom did the trick. I was able to record hours of Mr. Griffin. Then suddenly she showed me a poster and said, “Son, shall we go to that movie?” I looked at the poster. It is an old English Tarzan movie. We went to the hall. We took the highest class tickets in the hall and went in. To my surprise except for the class which we were in almost the theatre is full.Once the movie started I understood what kind of movie it is. It was a total romantic, or rather semi porn movie. Tarzan, the main character is a savage and lives in the jungle. He doesn’t know to. Mark had no qualms about his nudity or his hard cock. He glared at the teen, “How old are you, punk? You’re the scum that’s been breaking into all these houses? Pull that hood off your head!” “I’m 17, I just turned 17!” The teen stammered. “Please don’t call the cops! I don’t wanna go to jail!” The kid pulled his hoody down. Mark felt another surge of blood pump into his dick as he took in the 17 year olds beauty. The kid had longish dark blonde hair, deep pink lips, and eyes that were.