He could be smart, and lucky, enough to be called a monster. There's a few of 'em out here. I got one that was 16 points last year. He got greedy, and...I was in the right place at the right time. He came into the yard and I was upstairs, changing my clothes. Saw him by the barn, and took my gun, and shot 'im. dropped 'im in his tracks. Dressed out to a little over a hundred and a half. Up north they get MUCH bigger, but for here, that's big." She pushed his shoulder to go back, so as not to. It also got me away from everything at home.I admit, I spent money on prostitutes while on the road. I figured, 'What the hey? It's not like anyone would recognize me.' After all, it was my money to spend. I mean, it wasn't like there was anyone depending on me bringing home a paycheck anymore. Besides, hookers were a lot easier and a surer thing than trying to meet someone at a bar for a one night stand.Well, that phase lasted about a year. I always used protection, but I think I'm still lucky. .. and... and it hurts."His one word reply. "Good." A smile crosses his lips.He opens the door and she moves to get in the car, but not before he reaches in, and pushes her legs apart, slapping each thigh to remind her that a slut never keeps her legs together.He gets into the driver's side and tells her "Don't worry, it's only going to get worse."She quietly sighs.He takes the long way back, of course. He makes no effort to avoid any bumps, ruts, and ridges in the road. She tries to keep her. I covered my face and went inside, found the door opener, and opened the garage door. I opened it and went outside to clear my head of the fumes and smell. The owners, an old man and woman, were in one car. Towels had been laid on the floor to block the air and it appeared that they died of carbon monoxide poisoning. After the air cleared, I looked in the car and saw that both of them had been deathly ill and had ended their lives there rather than try to make the hospital and its unlikely.