I have no idea how close the police are to catching me. I always burn down the place as soon as I finish a rape. I figure forensics is tougher that wa.... According to The Internet, shows like CSI are causing criminals to act silly. Apparently, most of the time the main tool for catching criminals is fingerprints. DNA is rarely used for evidence. Worse, criminals leave new evidence behind when they try to clean up. So, I use fire instead. Simple, easy to use, and quick to set up. The newspapers. I'd heard noises, and peering through the small glass door window, I saw a tall, slim woman vacuuming the carpets. It was one of the cleaning staff, busy straightening things up after hours. The cleaning crew at my workplace rotated around; you'd see certain folks in certain buildings and areas, then everyone would switch places after a few months. She was someone I hadn't seen before.I was about to retrace my steps, but I'd gotten too entranced watching this tall drink of sexy work that vacuum. She kept her hands on mine for a few seconds before moving her legs wider. She motioned our hands up her legs and finally removed her hands once my thumbs were on either side of the fabric of her shorts. Charlie was looking right at me smiling while slowing lifting up her hoodie. Before this not so innocent massage could go any further. ‘Guys I’m home’ came from Rachel downstairs and this was over. Charlie rolled her eyes, which confused me. Had she wanted things to move further, did she know. This blade sank into the man's throat. His death cry filled the air and startled his comrades, leaving them distracted long enough for me to fall upon them. Like a cannonball I blasted my way through them, knocking them aside as I went. A few tumbled to the ground and lost hold of their spears. None were ready for me to stop out in the yard before the stable and turn to face them, this time with my longsword drawn and my hatchet in my other hand."Fools," I bellowed at the men who had come to.