Then I met Marian McArthur. The young Black woman from the United Kingdom. The woman who changed everything. For starters, Marian liked me and she did...’t hide it. Not one bit. This was one lady who didn’t play games. And she always went for what she wanted. Every time. How about that? Marian McArthur did for me what the goddess Persephone did for Hades, Lord of the Underworld, in Greek Mythology. She came into my world and changed everything. She helped me emerge from my world of darkness and. Yes, we're grasping at straws here, but we are hoping that if we catch the right one we can stop this before we have a bigger sample to work from."She smiled and nodded for him to continue."From our interviews we have decided that sexual deviance plays a role." Why?" She asked."Just another consistency between the three. Diane McKenzie was a party girl, Maria Pena was essentially whoring herself for presents, no disrespect intended." I would hope not," she responded. "But you are essentially. Then he was shoving me overonto my back. If I made any move to resist him he wouldland a few frantic blows to my head to subdue me.I screamed in fear when he climbed on top of me and beganto madly thrust at me. It was obvious that he was tryingto rape me. I knew that he’d never had a sexual responsebefore, his records were complete and I knew this was hisfirst attack of its kind.I was revolted as his sweaty body came down hard on mineand screamed again as he thrust his huge shaft deep. It had been so easy, all of it. Killing the bitch had been the hardest part. He'd had troubles enjoying her, her flabby body and ugly colorless hair hadn't been much of a turn on. But he'd managed, closing his eyes and letting images of the others superimpose over her face.But the rest, staging the office, forcing her to write the note, watching the cops, that had been easy and a huge rush to his senses. It was so easy to blend in, so simple to become part of the crowd, to fade from view as.