”“I’ll figure out a solution.” I moved to him and took his hands, placing them on my bottom cheeks and put my arms around his neck. I kissed h...m slowly and thoroughly. I came up for air and whispered, “Did that help?”He chuckled. “We’ll have to find somewhere private.” He paused and then smiled gently. “Sandy, I want you, very much.”“That’s the idea, Jack. I want you to make love to me out here. We just have to find the right spot and we will.”We did or rather he did. There was a little creek. He needed something to take his mind off of this betrayal, for once he wanted this damn curse to be of use.He saw Becky, still hanging laundry, and made his way towards her, whistling loudly to get her attention.The minute she turned to see him her eyes became bloodshot, a savage smile filling her lips, and she waddled to him as fast as she could.She leapt into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as she kissed him passionately. He gripped her thick rear tightly as he kissed her back,. Mark and Happy Jones swingers.Jethro Morris murder victim.James Western the second murder victim.Sarah the cousin who sold him his land.Detective 2nd grade Joyce MullinsJay Summers serial killer----While I was agonizing over all this nonsensical personal bull shit, the sheriff’s department caught the homeless killer. Solving it was a complete accident, as most of those things wind up being. A cop stopped a car in the area near a homeless encampment. One of those places where junkies go to. Finally at nearly ten p.m. I am allowed to go home. My leg is hurting so badly I can hardly walk. I have been sitting on the hard benches in the park for the last two hours and my ass hurts also. I return to my parent’s house and walk into my old bedroom. Crap, did I leave all this stuff here? What a mess. But at the same time it is a comfortable mess. I relax. I feel at home, at peace. ‘INCOMING, INCOMING,’ I shout. I roll from the bed and look wildly around for my rifle..