' He thought, 'After all, no one goes after an anthill by trying to kill them one by one. You just put out poison bait and let them do the work.'Then ...urning his mind to the gangs that were no doubt headed this way he pondered what to do. Again, the answer along with a chuckle came back almost immediately. 'Maybe there is a God. I can't be just pulling this stuff out of thin air, ' Mike's thought train ran, 'The only question is, what should I 'key' the filters to. Can't make it the 'Golden. 'Busybody' Peterson. I kind of feel sorry for him. He is in his seventies and lost his wife last year. Since then, he has become quite a bother." What did he do?" He was an architect, I think." Good, just the person I want to see."I went downstairs and met him as he was leaving. "Mr. Peterson, I have an extra hamburger and a beer. Won't you join us?" Well I might. I like what you are doing with the Nelson lot. I still say it is a shame the way this building looks from the street."I opened the. I love seeing him like this. I love feeling his apprehension and fear, but as much as I enjoy it, I enjoy the next moment more. So, I swing back my arm and with a sharp crack, I bring the belt down on his bare buttocks. He jolts forward and cries out, quivering helplessly as he waits for the next stroke. I let each lick of my belt settle and sink in deeply before adding another, watching with satisfaction as each stroke leaves a bright red line imprinted on his flesh.He’s new to this, but by. Blond hair hung in my face, my fingers were topped with long pinknails, and I felt a huge weight hanging from my chest. "Oh my God ohmy God," I kept saying, trying not to hyperventilate, as it becameobvious that I was now somehow inside Mrs Harris's body, and by thecreaming coming from my own body, it seemed she was in mine!"What have you done, what the hell have you done?" she screamed at mefrom my old body, tears streaming down my old face."I dont know what happened," I protested, shocked at.