I have never been a sexual being. Most of my relief I gained during my hits, each demise causing a total relaxation of my nervous system making sexual...relief almost totally unnecessary. This very fact was brought up during many of my discussions with the good doctor and he made it pointedly clear that the way to my redemption was in a new form of sexual relief which, since I moved into this neighbourhood I currently had no outlet. What would he know? A man who looks on little boys as fair game. I quickly wiped myself down and dressed, wiping the knife on the wet towel and drying it on my shirt. After slipping the blade back into its sheath, I strode over to the body, which William was looking over with a sick look on his face, skin a little pale. "Sooo. What the hell is that thing? You have been coming here since you were a little kid, what is it? If it had attacked us in the orchard, I would say it was a horse, or rather a pony. But look at those fangs! And the claws on the. The first stop was at the hairdressers, where she told the assistantrather proudly, I thought, that I wanted to become a girl, so could theydo something with my hair to make it look really girly. I started to saythat I liked it long. Before I had even finished the hair dresser saidto mum, "Don't worry, we can keep it nice and long for her and also wecan put loads of permanent curls in it as well, they will make niceringlets when they come out of the curlers, and they should stay in forabout a. Just to show how sexy her sister looked. I added that of course that would mean the sister needed to reciprocate with a picture of her own. Well, that was a few days ago, before my wife left town. We never did get a chance to send that photo, but her sister is texting, looking forward to seeing my handy-work, and these photos that “are not naughty, but just beautiful,“ is how I put it. Implying the photos and lovemaking afterwards is that as well, beautiful, not naughty. I guess I was.