” I went over, grabbed the lube and came back to the bed. “Start working on my ass until you get two fingers in easily and then climb up here and ...butt-fuck me.”What man, with a raging hard-on, could argue with that? I put some lube on my right index finger and started working it in. It went in easily. I rubbed the lube all over her tight little sphincter. One finger was no problem for her, so I started working the second one in. In no time, I had two fingers going in and out of her. She was. I went home the morning of my last shift with the beginnings of a migraine headache, and after a shower I collapse into bed, with a ratty old cotton nightie on. The blinds are drawn, the phone shut off and I take some codeine for the pain. I fall into a drugged sleep, but a restless one. I awake, later in the evening, disoriented, wondering what time it is. I heard the phone in the living room and I check the call display. It is my lover, and I smile to myself. I hadn't talked to him in a. As she walked away, I followed her with my eyes.She took a seat in a corner, at a table covered in open books andnotepads, and directly across from a tall blonde who I knew all too well.Megan Bailey. I'd dated her for several weeks during the first semesterof law school. She'd been in a different section but we had met in thelibrary and felt an immediate attraction. As with most immediateattractions, it had fizzled very quickly after we realized we had nearlynothing in common except. He was struck by her beauty, so she was immediately put on his list as his next victim. She actually bumped a couple of women down the list so that she could be next. Jack had her address from the work order for her car, so he knew where she lived. However, Jack wanted to be sure that her house was a suitable place for the rape and murder to take place. He scouted the house thoroughly and determined that he could not possibly find a better location for what he had in mind.The house was on a.