I’m I worse or better than you? You who burns in your fantasies you are too ball-less a fuck to fulfill your dark lust. Taking a bitch against her w...ill, that’s a blast. Killing the worthless cunt after, that’s living large.I remembered this one girl from a convenience store, I’d tried to buy her a soda, but this little ghetto street urchin, BITCH, would have none of it. The girl called me a creepy cracker perv. That putdown, no matter how accurate it might have been, sealed the cunts fate. I. We shared the joint but no reference was made about what had happened and we chatted about this and that like nothing had ever happened, a bit weird but I thought I would run with it.We finished the smoke and were both buzzed up but still had a couple of hours before Flo got home and Megs suggested that we watch some TV, “Can we cuddle up on the sofa Uncle Dave?” she asked and knowing how tactile and affectionate she was I readily agreed, it was a bit of a struggle getting inside and we ended. Unfortunately, I was doing laundry one day and I moved the mask box out to get the stockings that were smeared with Gabriel's cum. Then I set a blanket on the box and forgot it was there. I missed it when I put the stockings back and locked the trunk. I went out to the garage on a Saturday morning and found that I had a flat tire. I had to get the twins to a soccer game, so I borrowed Dan's car. Maddie came with me to watch the game and Dan said he would get the flat fixed. This meant that he. . He ... He...”Another roar came from around the corner. I had heard lions, tigers, bears, and several other large animals roar, but this was bigger, deeper, and rough – as if this thing had rocks in its throat, grating together or something. Then I was hit with the smell of smoke. Something had been cooked, and, oddly, it smelled like barbeque.I pulled mom back away from the corner, further back along the hallway through which I had run. Without turning my back on the corner, I focused on mom..