’ He presses his lips to hers and she lets her body go slack as his other arm reaches around her waist raising her body slightly. Her back arched an... as his tongue glides along her own making her moan slightly. He spins her around and she can feel her backside bump on the banister. His hand squeezes her side as it slides down. She can feel his hand make a fist against her scalp gently pulling her hair back and like a kitten she obliges his strength and lets her head fall back. ‘That’s very. But that wasn’t his style. He didn’t like surprises, he wasn’t some amateur criminal. He had been raping and unintentionally killing children for most of his adult life. At 34 this was a good run for any serial-rapist. Not once even being questioned for their disappearances. He was a smart one, he knew when his time was up and when his moment was there. He never forgot a single detail, and his painstaking methods had serious results. He averaged a child or two a month. He liked the. My mom was a country girl from East Texas. She’d never been to Dallas when she moved here, never had a job, or had ever lived on her own. She was fresh out of high school, and ripe for the picking. The way she tells it, she moved here with a relative, got a job at Blue Cross Blue Shield, my grandfather was her boss, his son worked under him. Kenneth Wayne, my dad, was wild. He had grown up in the city, loved fast living, and harbored no regrets … I guarantee my grandparents were thoroughly. This seemed like a great deal for both of us, she got to feel good and I got what I wanted. Little did I know that it would take more to make her happy.I walked in as usual a smile on my face and a compliment on my lips. "Hello, how are you today." The greeting was normal but it was all said in the eyes. Our eyes met and that said it all, I could almost see the flame burning in her eyes. "I am fine you?" She replied. There it was a chance to show my intentions. "Better I guess now that I am in.