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tease.”
“Jerk,” Ashley said, but Brad didn’t know if she was talking to him or her boyfriend, and he didn’t care. He wanted a warm body to screw, to do exactly what he told her to do, and he was going to have to find a hooker, because no way he was going to jerk off.
He barely heard Ashley arguing with her boyfriend as he walked down the alley toward his car. Damn fucking
jailbait
tease.
SEVEN
I am the teacher. The master. The keeper of truth, justice, and the American way
.
Silently, my laugh cuts into the night as I wait, watching the dark house. Superman? Yes, I am a superhero. I do what no man has the balls to do
.
I educate females, as much as the stupid, vacuous, weak creatures can be taught
.
Females disgust me
.
Foul, pathetic things, they lie as easily as they breathe. Their hair is rarely the shade God intended. The false colors embellishing their faces are a physical testament to their continuing lies. The jewelry on their necks, in their ears, on their fingers—diamonds and sapphires and gold—catches the light and shines, but none of those baubles can compare to the simple unadorned beauty of a perfect gem
.
The mask that females wear is a lie. When they look in the mirror, they lie, even to themselves. When they look at me, they lie. With their eyes, their mouth, their hands
.
They lie with their bodies. They lie with their words, their fingers, their thoughts. Women think they are invincible, that they can do whatever they please, that they can lure men in with their falsities and gimmicks and then enslave us. We’re always giving, giving, giving …
money, a house, a car, jewelry. They take, take, take, and the lies pile up
.
I am the keeper of the truth. I expose deception, one by one by one, until they accept the truth. Until they get on their knees and obey
.
They die so I can live. The ultimate sacrifice for love. The punishment for betrayal
.
I watch and wait because I am patient. The house is dark again. I arrived late tonight, but now I have time to wait. Watch. Wait. Tick. Tock. Time passing. My time wasted. Months of my valuable time wasted! And why?
My anger grows, a real, living being that taunts me. Fills me with heat that is both fearsome and welcome
.
She thinks you’re nothing.
I consider leaving the anonymity of my car, walking into her yard, and waiting for her. When she comes home, I will slit her throat
.
My vision darkens and for a moment I see nothing. I want her to understand that her actions have consequences. I can’t teach her if she is dead
.
Lights cut a swath in the foggy night, blurry and indistinct. The car slows, stops
.
Lucy Kincaid is home
.
My heart pounds in my chest, then it skips a beat. She is not alone
.
She is with a man
.
The female who deceived me, is sitting in her driveway with a man
.
She is a tricky bitch. But no one has my patience. No one has my skill
.
Lucy Kincaid will be my next pupil
.
If my one transgression taught me anything, it is to never again act on impulse. I will not take her now
.
I am a careful planner, every detail practiced, improved, perfect. For years, such organization has served me well. It is a testament to my fortitude that I have been tricked only once by the lying gender into acting too soon
.
She plays a dangerous game, catching my attention with her lying, whoring ways and setting me up. But I am far smarter than a mere female
.
I watch the man get out of the car, open her door, and walk her to the entrance
.
I want to kill them both, though she lied to him as certainly as she lied to me, the whore
.
But I do not have the luxury to make a mistake. I must control this powerful impulse. I breathe in the cold January night while my hands clench the steering wheel. Peace settles on my soul
.
I see the truth. I am the keeper of the truth
.
The man leaves, and I consider again going inside to confront her
.
But I must prepare for the whore. And that means taking care of unfinished business
.
I
“Jerk,” Ashley said, but Brad didn’t know if she was talking to him or her boyfriend, and he didn’t care. He wanted a warm body to screw, to do exactly what he told her to do, and he was going to have to find a hooker, because no way he was going to jerk off.
He barely heard Ashley arguing with her boyfriend as he walked down the alley toward his car. Damn fucking
jailbait
tease.
SEVEN
I am the teacher. The master. The keeper of truth, justice, and the American way
.
Silently, my laugh cuts into the night as I wait, watching the dark house. Superman? Yes, I am a superhero. I do what no man has the balls to do
.
I educate females, as much as the stupid, vacuous, weak creatures can be taught
.
Females disgust me
.
Foul, pathetic things, they lie as easily as they breathe. Their hair is rarely the shade God intended. The false colors embellishing their faces are a physical testament to their continuing lies. The jewelry on their necks, in their ears, on their fingers—diamonds and sapphires and gold—catches the light and shines, but none of those baubles can compare to the simple unadorned beauty of a perfect gem
.
The mask that females wear is a lie. When they look in the mirror, they lie, even to themselves. When they look at me, they lie. With their eyes, their mouth, their hands
.
They lie with their bodies. They lie with their words, their fingers, their thoughts. Women think they are invincible, that they can do whatever they please, that they can lure men in with their falsities and gimmicks and then enslave us. We’re always giving, giving, giving …
money, a house, a car, jewelry. They take, take, take, and the lies pile up
.
I am the keeper of the truth. I expose deception, one by one by one, until they accept the truth. Until they get on their knees and obey
.
They die so I can live. The ultimate sacrifice for love. The punishment for betrayal
.
I watch and wait because I am patient. The house is dark again. I arrived late tonight, but now I have time to wait. Watch. Wait. Tick. Tock. Time passing. My time wasted. Months of my valuable time wasted! And why?
My anger grows, a real, living being that taunts me. Fills me with heat that is both fearsome and welcome
.
She thinks you’re nothing.
I consider leaving the anonymity of my car, walking into her yard, and waiting for her. When she comes home, I will slit her throat
.
My vision darkens and for a moment I see nothing. I want her to understand that her actions have consequences. I can’t teach her if she is dead
.
Lights cut a swath in the foggy night, blurry and indistinct. The car slows, stops
.
Lucy Kincaid is home
.
My heart pounds in my chest, then it skips a beat. She is not alone
.
She is with a man
.
The female who deceived me, is sitting in her driveway with a man
.
She is a tricky bitch. But no one has my patience. No one has my skill
.
Lucy Kincaid will be my next pupil
.
If my one transgression taught me anything, it is to never again act on impulse. I will not take her now
.
I am a careful planner, every detail practiced, improved, perfect. For years, such organization has served me well. It is a testament to my fortitude that I have been tricked only once by the lying gender into acting too soon
.
She plays a dangerous game, catching my attention with her lying, whoring ways and setting me up. But I am far smarter than a mere female
.
I watch the man get out of the car, open her door, and walk her to the entrance
.
I want to kill them both, though she lied to him as certainly as she lied to me, the whore
.
But I do not have the luxury to make a mistake. I must control this powerful impulse. I breathe in the cold January night while my hands clench the steering wheel. Peace settles on my soul
.
I see the truth. I am the keeper of the truth
.
The man leaves, and I consider again going inside to confront her
.
But I must prepare for the whore. And that means taking care of unfinished business
.
I
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