It was inevitable that themore attention he paid to the women, the less he would pay to thetree he was hiding in. And so, on a summer's afternoon two ...onthsafter the women moved in, he slipped and crashed to the ground.The ground was still swaying from side to side as he tried to situp. He'd scraped his arm badly on the way down, but nothingseemed to be broken."Are you alright?" asked one of the women, in a very sexy voice,who had hurried out when Tom had fallen noisily to the ground."Yeah, I. "Killed her husband while he tried to rape her. Only the courts still don't think a husband can rape his wife. So they have treated it like a murder. I'm here to help." Get in the car. I'll hear all about Liz later."I walked to the car and was shoved into the back seat by an impatient young lady worried about her cousin. I could relate to that. I didn't hold it against her. She was scared.I knew what double murder she was talking about, but a human couldn't have done it so I had nothing to. My masturbation grew into rituals. Every time I bathed and without exception, before I slept. Soon, I invented reasons to be alone, and anyplace, public or private; I would play with my developing body. It was only a matter of time before something happened, I see that now, but at the time my desires were too powerful and my young body- too demanding. It was a cool day in early march, the little league season was fresh and new and the football season was over, but the guys were still. " The litany went on and on as the big man savaged the girl's ass, ramming her hard against the edge of the table. Somehow he had gather two big hanks of her long hair, twisted them into ropes and then looped them through her mouth. He was now using her hairs as reins and keeping her head up as he used her as cursed her"Who is she?" I asked the man standing next to me.He shook his head. "She was selling duck eggs." Damn," I said, "he a redcoat?"He nodded. "Nasty bastard."I sat down my beer,.