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    In death, she had been as light as a feather, no more than one ten, maybe one fifteen. Minus the weight of the nipple of course, I had thought as I’d smiled to myself.
    I’d rolled her in a tarp I had. I’d never understood why I had purchased the damn thing months earlier on my last trip home, perhaps some part of my brain had already understood where I was headed and decided to do some planning for me.
    I’d shoved the body and tarp into a large, thick black garbage bag.
    When I’d been done with her, it looked like I’d been taking out a bag of trash, nothing more. I’d considered tossing her in the dumpster outside my building, but had hesitated, not wanting to risk her being found so close to home.
    I had rued my hasty ejaculations and had almost panicked at the thought of being pinned for this murder. I had been so stupid, leaving so much evidence on her body. I had hated the thought of being locked up before I had a chance to do it again.
    She had essentially asked for it, after all. The blame wasn’t all mine. She had sought me out, understood my nature and followed me home. Some women, especially the most beautiful ones, seek out tragedy. They want to end their lives before they age and fade into nothing.
    They find me so they can remain immortalized, dead while still beautiful and meaningful. Before marital problems, children, bills...all the drudgery of life wears them down and grinds them into nothing.
    I’d driven for hours and ended up in Washington, somewhere northeast of Mount Rainier on some logging road. It’d bothered me that I didn’t know the area, but I’d known I had to get rid of the girl.
    I’d crept my Range Rover up nothing more than a goat path. By then it had been daylight but I’d lucked out and not seen anyone else for some time.
    I’d stopped, opened the door and closed it carefully. I knew the sound of a car door slamming shut could carry miles in the woods. I’d stood still and listened until the birds started their obnoxious chatter and the blood in my ears was the only thing I’d heard.
    I’d pulled the bag out, carefully dragged her several feet into the thick underbrush and had yanked the plastic off. She’d flopped out, the tarp loosened and I’d unrolled it, letting her body land with a thud down a short embankment.
    I’d cursed my DNA inside of her, once again cringed at the thought of being caught, but delighted at the thought of leaving her there. She’d been naked and I had kept her ID back at my place. I’d known that the elements and animals would make quick work of her provided some nosy hiker didn’t come across her remains.
    I had been across state lines though, so the word might not make it back to Oregon if she was found.
    Besides, there had been no way to link me to her that night. The after hours party we’d left had been full of people higher than myself, and not a damn one of them would be able to say with certainty that I’d left with somebody that night.
    I had been just nuts enough, even back then, to assume I’d never get caught. Arrogance perhaps, insanity maybe, but definitely a little bit insane.
    I shook the newspaper and spread it out, pouring over the day’s business numbers and let the memory of my first kill drift away.
    I couldn’t think about it too much in a place such as this, it excited me to the point of being incapable of anything useful.
    I flipped my laptop open and logged into my investment account. If anyone came in, they would have found me in deep concentration on some important task. It was a strategy; I had to fake interest long enough for my throbbing cock to calm down, long enough for me to attend my first board meeting of the day.
     
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    “Would you like me to take you straight home, Sir?” my driver asked as I settled into the back of the company car. It was long, sleek, black and classic. Unfortunately it would also stand out too much in the neighborhood I wanted to cruise tonight.
    I was