“I’m Pat” said the one who had opened the door for me, “and this is Rick, John and Pete. What’s your name again?”“I’m Tim, I mean Time....” I was uncomfortable and feeling exited all at the same time. They had this way of looking at me. One of them said “Sit down here, I’ll show you what we want from you…” which made one of the others laugh. “Are you really called Tim?” “I am”, I said. “And you’re sure you’re a girl?” “Quite sure indeed”, I said, trying not to show them how uncomfortable I was. Whatever the reason the result was in a very painful mornings walk.At least I made it around the circuit without anyone flagging me down. It was a painful hike since my OTC cocktail didn’t kick in before the overnight pain relief wore off. That being the case I was in a significant amount of pain before I made it home. I was forced to sit near the microwave while my day old coffee heated. I did enjoy the coffee, and my molasses flavored bran muffin. Even if it was not baked by Thia, the muffin. The plan had worked perfectly, but he didn’t know just where she would want to go, and what she would want to do. Wherever it was, being there with her would make it the right place. Donna knew, but she was embarrassed to say it out loud, even to Kevin. After they were seated in his car, but before he turned the ignition, he asked her. She leaned over, whispered into his ear, and sat back in her seat, embarrassed at even whispering it, but not regretting her action. Kevin didn’t regret it. Within days I knew what my calling was. It took only an hour to erase everything, my birth certificate gone, medical records erased, social security vanished, and all my money withdrawn. I was nobody, and I had work to do.My first kill was an old mother of around 39. She had bragged about the rape and murder of her sons and daughters, the media ate it up, feeding it to the writhing mass of maggots that loved such garbage. She even planned on writing her story down to sell. Well I said no to.