Hi! My name is Carl, and I'm a serial rapist.I have no idea how close the police are to catching me. I always burn down the place as soon as I finish ... rape. I figure forensics is tougher that way. According to The Internet, shows like CSI are causing criminals to act silly. Apparently, most of the time the main tool for catching criminals is fingerprints. DNA is rarely used for evidence. Worse, criminals leave new evidence behind when they try to clean up. So, I use fire instead. Simple, easy. Netru vasathi ilamal tharaiyil paduthu oothom. Ippozhuthu padukai thayaraaga irukirathu, manaiviyai padukaiyil nirvaanamaaga thuki sendru paduka vaithen. Mulaiyai sappamal neraga aval pundaiyil vaai vaithu naka aarambithen, suvaiyaaga irunthathu.Aval pundai eeramaaga irunthathu, manaivi pundaiyil vaai vaithu urinthu sappinen. Manaivi sugam thangamal haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaa endru munarinaal.Pundaiyil naakai vitu nandraaga nakinen, pinbu pundai uthadai urinthu sathaiyai sappi sugam. They both knew that and both of them kept their mouths shut about the sexual relationship they enjoyed for three years with each other. Neither of them wanted to lose what they enjoyed in bed together, and so Sam and Pete never told another living person what they'd discovered in each others' arms.One night in their second year of being lovers, Pete had already fucked Samantha twice during the normal evening hours and since their mom and dad were both gone for the night, the brother and sister. She said she'd talk to him.It's a one room cabin with two singles and a bunk bed so mom's talk with Val would not be in private.She pretended to notice Val's increasing lecherous looks herself, and who knows? It might have been true anyway, but Val insisted that he couldn't help be aware of his new pubescent outlook. He never made any overt gestures, at least.That calmed down mom, but still left me wondering when his 'dam' might break.That very night, although I usually sleep quite soundly, I.