He turned on the TV to try to get her off his mind, but he could still hear her cries. He didn’t want to cross the line he was walking. It was one t...ing to kill someone out of necessity, but it was something else to do it for pleasure. He had never considered himself an evil man. A criminal, but not an evil man. He knew that if he allowed himself this pleasure, he would never be able to go back to what he was.Still, Robbie had a point. One way or the other, the girl would have to be killed. Did. You take it and pay for you gas. I insist."Todd smiled and put the bill in with the others. "I don't know what tosay sir. That's very generous of you" and he reached out to shake myhand.I took his hand and gave it a fast squeeze. I couldn't believe this. I'mstanding here in black lace lingerie with breast forms glued to my chestand a hot movie on the screen. And the only thing between this hunkyyoung dude and all of this is a pair of cheap sweats.Todd released my hand and turned to leave. I was. The Point does have its attractions; firstly, there’s the Victoria Bridge, originally built to connect the Grand Trunk with the South Shore, it is the oldest functional bridge to cross the river. Nearby, in 1932 during the construction of the Montreal aqueduct, built to provide the city with a steady supply of water, Marie-Ange Magnan set up a tavern on the shore of the Lachine Canal and two streets west of the Atwater tunnel to feed the neighbourhood workers. Her son, wanting to create a meal. It’s me, “I’m coming home.” “Why”, you question me. I respond, “I want to be where you are.”I pull up into the drive and you hear the key in the door. I enter to see you standing at the top of the stairs inthe same robe. Surprised, I stop right there briefly… our eyes lock… and you drop the robe over yourshoulders to reveal to me a long white gown with a split up to your hip… the spaghetti strings strain to holdyour breast in. Your nipples, enlarged point directly at me… then you turn and I see.