His fantasies weren't similar to most men however.Alfred Aimes wasn't your average serial rapist. He wouldn't impulsively snatch a girl off the street... if she looked attractive. It wasn't his style to drag her to an alley for a few minutes of sexual, forced satisfaction. No, Alfred was meticulous when it came to having his way with his victims.Alfred would spend countless hours, days, weeks, and months, coming up with a plan to obtain his latest target. He relied on his strict discipline to. She felt the warm sun on the massive globes of her breasts, warming her three inch wide tan nipples. “Oh Jesus!” he breathed.Linda was stuck momentarily with her normal practicality. She looked around and realized that, because of the bushes and trees in her yard and others, Jim was the only one who could see her. She pulled the smock up over her head and off. She was nude except for the sandals she wore. She dropped the smock on the ground.Jim gawked at her, mumbling, “Oh. “I tried, but she’s not interested in defecting,” I said. “Maybe if there were a way she could retire and emigrate it might work, but I can’t see that happening.”“We’ll keep working on her,” he said. “Between you and her daughter, she’ll see the advantage to being a rich American rather than a poor Russian.”“Her daughter is certainly on your side!” I replied... “Aimee, how is the Academy?”“Don’t you read my letters?” she laughed.“Of course I do. But I’m sure that there’s more to say!”“Not. The person who wrote the note was very careful not to reveal their identity, but did let it be known that they had been hiding in Lana’s closet while the murder was being committed. He looked over at the bloody hammer and the bloody knife already marked as evidence, on top of his desk. ‘It’s just too obvious.’ Cruz said shaking his head, stalking from one side of the office to the other. Angus was silently studying the evidence before him. His gut told him it was wrong, that the evidence lied..