Cooked Goose

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Author: G. A. McKevett
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trade. Rape was a primal act; it didn’t require sophisticated, high-tech equipment.
    Oh, yes, and the disguise. He was particularly proud of the red hat with its white fur trim and the snow white, luxuriously curly beard. Who said he didn’t have Christmas spirit? He grinned as he tossed his keys into the pack and zipped it closed.
    When he swung the car door open, the sweet scent of tree-ripened citrus filled his head, triggering memories...of last time...of the time before...and the time before that. Lately, just the smell of his morning glass of orange juice got him aroused.
    He glanced at his watch. Six-seventeen. He had to get to the bus stop. The last one ran at six-thirty. Stupid hick town. They folded up the sidewalks at eight.
    But he’d be back. In an hour or less, he’d return. With company.
    He took a deep breath, smelled the oranges, and felt his blood rush to his groin.
    Oh, yeah. He’d be back. And then—party   time!
     
     

 
    CHAPTER TWO
    7:30 P.M.
    Now down South, where I’m from, we know how to cure what ails a rapist. Yep. We just chop his dadgum pecker off, string that sucker on a piece of rough brown twine and hang it around the pervert’s neck,” Savannah told her rapt audience of a dozen women who had assembled at the local library to learn the art of self-defense. “And that usually gets the creep’s attention. He’s not likely to offend again.”
    Savannah laughed and her listeners echoed a few nervous giggles. “But here in California,” she continued, “y’all are a mite more civilized. You catch ’em if you can, lock ’em up for a spell, then let ’em go to do it all again. And that, ladies, is why we need classes like this one.”
    The group had arrived an hour ago at the library, their clothing and hair all neat and tidy, their faces arranged in pseudo-nonchalant expressions. Unsuccessfully, they had been trying to hide the fact that they were scared to death of the latest threat to their community.
    Like all Southern Californians, they took in stride the earthquakes, mudslides, occasional riots and seasonal brushfires. But the serial rapist who had been ravaging San Carmelita’s women had them afraid to run to the grocery store for a loaf of bread. Only the bravest had ventured outside after dark to attend the meeting at the library.
    And after an hour of instruction by Savannah and Tammy, an hour of throwing each other around on the mats spread across the carpeted floor of the Children’s Corner, an hour of being told what to expect if they were attacked, the group was a little mussed, a bit disheveled, but in their eyes they had a bold gleam that Savannah welcomed. It told her they were less inclined to become victims than when they had first arrived.
    She was moderately satisfied with her results so far. It was a much more productive way to spend the remainder of her fateful evening—having been dismissed from the mall decoy gig. After a debacle like that, she would have normally gone home to bury her sorrow in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream.
    “Walk with your head high,” she told them, “your spine straight. Walk with an attitude, girls! A rapist is looking for a victim, not a combatant. We know he’s a lily-livered chicken or he wouldn’t be attacking women.”
    From the corner of her eye, Savannah saw the research librarian seated at the desk. More than once, the woman had winced at Savannah’s colorful terminology. Savannah ignored her. She had some important points to make, and she had her audience’s full attention. “He’s a predator who preys on the weak,” she said. “Don’t give him a reason to think that you’re anything other than a raging bitch. A bitch may not be the most popular member of the P.T.A., but she isn’t as likely to be attacked as a ’nice girl.’ Sad, but true.”
    A teenage girl, who appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen and had introduced herself as “Margie,” raised her hand. Savannah was a

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