Of course, I knew that in the movies the hospital was always the worst place to go. But, I was trying to be optimistic.We had just walked into the int...nsive care area and discovered corpse after corpse. It looked as if someone had very recently put them all out of their drooling candy corn infected miseries."Hey, you! You can't be here," came a booming shrill voice. We turned around to find a woman in what was probably once a white doctor's coat. It was completely soaked in blood and bits of. My chance came, shortly after they'd been there a year, I happened to pass by the storage room and there they were, stuffing pills in their purses, I had them right where I wanted them. Stealing drugs could net them 10-20 years each, surely they would bargain away some of their pussy for my silence. I whipped out my notebook and took notes on the lot and batch numbers from which they had stolen the drugs, the date and time and then went back to my desk and wrote it out on company letterhead,. How could Peg dictate who Brandon invited to his parties? But, on reflection, I didn't really care much. Abbie had gone back to college. I had enjoyed looking at and playing with her splendid body. Peg, by contrast, reminded me of a bulldog. And I had to admit that part of my attraction to Bob was because he was Peg's husband so I wasn't totally innocent of malice. Moreover, and most importantly, Steve said he wasn't going to the party if I wasn't invited. That made me feel good – and he took. The childlike timbre of her voice is the saddest thing, its simple melody a spell to enchant, rid me of cares. But it's beauty has dissonance, is sullied by my expectation of her utter depravity.I follow her script, stand behind her stroking her air as she plays. My finger slide through fair and silken tresses, delve to the curved goose length of a neck to become a strangler's finger that cuff and squeeze, but not enough to throttle and rob her of her voice.I am the bad man, the one who will.