“I’m not talking about kitchen vegetable cut-ups, Margaret,” Helen said.“I’m not either. I went to work with David today and did 16 women. S...tunned them, strung them up, and slit their throats. And after they bled out, I helped field-dress five of them.”Conversation stopped. Helen and Mark both looked at Margaret in shock.“You did what?” Helen asked.“I went to work with David today and we did forty-two women. I led all them to the slaughter floor and helped process them. I killed sixteen and. They sang songs together every night. It was so comforting to her, she couldn’t sleep unless they had done their nightly routine verbatim. Her mom always taught her how to be sweet and kind. She was her best friend, but also her worst enemy at times. She and her mom moved around a lot. Her mom was 32 years old when they moved out of her Granny’s house. They moved to different towns nearby. She loved it just being her and her mom. They were so close, and life was sweet. She was always a really. She finished up her reps and as I was helping her put the weights away she pushed me into the wall and kissed me hard. As we stood there kissing, one of her hands went to run my dick through my gym shorts. After a minute she broke away and asked if we could continue this back at my place.I'm a total idiot, but I turned her down, hopefully leaving room for something in the future, because I knew that in an hour, I would be fucking my cousin. Kelly and I had always been close cousins. When her. "There is the police car," the security officer said. Sure enough the city police car was sitting by the lower entrance to the mall. It was where I normally parked the bike. The police officer, who got out of the car as we drove up, was familiar to me. She had been in the Cop Out a few times."Maxine, is it your bike that is missing?" she asked."Yes it is, and I really want that bike back," I admitted."Let me fill out a report for your insurance company," she suggested."I don't want a report for.