He could use her while her child was being killed so he could feel her pain and hopelessness. His victims despair was like ambrosia on his senses. He ...topped as the news anchor excitedly announced an arm waving from the front door of the coffee shop. He watched the television with growing disbelief as a policewoman emerged from the door. His laughter turned to screams of rage when the hostage negotiator emerged with the bitch and her brat.Carlos screamed at the television and grabbing a paper. Settling back on the bench, he sank down and let the water engulf him.His eyes closed and time passed.He sat up with a start. Had he fallen asleep? What time was it? He must have slept because some of the overwhelming weariness he’d felt had left him.He took the bar of handmade soap and gave himself a good scrubbing, then piled out of the tub and grabbed a big warm towel. Sufficiently dry, he wrapped himself in his favorite thick red robe and headed for the bedroom.Quietly turning the doorknob,. So tell me again why you don’t want to cum and pick up your letter. Nita hung up the phone. The next day Nita called me again and asked what time should I come over. I said between 5:00 and 6:00. Nita said fine and hung up the phone. The next day Nita arrives at my door and rings the bell. I open the door and said hello Nita. Nita says hello Ralph. I tell Nita to come in and have a seat. Wow she has jeans on. She has a sleeveless tee shirt on with a low cut front and back. Finally she has. Her cocked brow and ruby red smirk let you know exactly how pathetic you sound right now. Her features are feminine and yet sharp, her eyes a deep azure behind squared, black frames that give her a look both intimidating and attractive which her hair, tied into a tight, chinese style bun with a black pencil, perfectly compliments. She stands over you, already taller than you by two inches without the sexy but conservative heels she regularly wears, in the empty classroom you commandeered to put.