He was dead, and lying at his feet was an axe much like the one in the hardware store. I was thirteen years old when I killed my first stepdad. I reme...mber waking to screams. I was deep in a sleep that only a child could sleep. Now, thinking back on things, I imagine that night was the last time I slept like a normal person. Sleep has evaded me since, and when it does come it is brief and hectic. I may sleep for two or three hours on an exceptionally good night, but most nights sleep does not. His heart repeatedly refused to believe everything he heard about her. Poor girl…raised in an orphanage…perhaps even her family didn’t want her, he doubted if she was even cared for properly in the orphanage, and then the mental asylum – such a dark place for a flower like her. Everyone had a theory about Daisy, but Avinash only believed the story that the scars on her body and the innocence in her eyes told. The pictures she had drawn were now making sense to him, she was trying to tell him. He couldn't wait any longer to have her naked in his room and become part of his wildest dreams. As they looked passionately into each other’s eyes, he took his hand and placed it behind her head. He parted her hair to one side as he leaned in to kiss her neck. As his lips touched her sun kissed skin she couldn't help but let out a soft longing moan of enjoyment. His lips traced her neck down to her now exposed shoulders, kissing every inch of her collar bone before ascending to her now. That level was over $250K per year. Anyway, he soon had a woman at his table who used Morgane as a stage name. She wore a red tight ‘club dress’ — a nice term for a stripper costume – and red sandals with 4 inch heels. Her dark hair was up in a bun. He was in the engineer’s uniform of kakis and a shirt with some obscure software company’s logo on it. She got him a few drinks and a few lap dances. I could see him leaning back with eyes half closed I pleasure, barely able to keep from coming.