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Ladies Man

The night silence was broken by a lady gasping, "faster" she said. She was near orgasm. She was delighted. She finally found a man that could keep up with her sexually. She hadn't been this close to an orgasm since she was a teen-ager. Little did she know this would be her last. The nearer she came to an orgasm her partner would push harder and harder. She cried in delight. That is the last thing she remembered.

The sheets immediately became saturated with her blood. Her neck severed almost to the spine. She had bled-out very fast.

Jack distanced himself from her immediately. That "bitch" got what she deserved. What did she think she was doing "fooling" around on her husband anyway. He wiped the knife went into she bathroom cleaned himself up and departed the "motel" room.

Jack's MO was always the same. Pick a "seedy" motel. He made sure his women always checked them in. He would pour both of them "drinks." The ladies never questioned him. He as careful not to let his victim notice the little packet of tranquilizer he placed in her drink. Jack always suggested the lady take a good hot shower. Told them liked his women "to smell like freshly watered flowers," said he really turned him on. After their shower they would remain nude. Jack always made it a point to already be in bed. Foreplay was smooth and exciting. The women were all horny housewifes. They were lightly tranquilized as not to inhibit their libido. Once they were caught up in the "action" Jack would slip his hand under the pillow and without notice . He always let them get to their highest sexual point before orgasm. Then he plied his craft. Slit their throats from ear to ear. Almost beheading them. The MO was always the same. Jack thought "better change MO's before I get apprehended."

Jack was in the third year of his hobby. He had tried to stop many times, without success. He was always drawn to those type of women. It was if he were born to rid the world of "whores.'

Years earlier when Jack was a boy his father and mother divorced. Jack was around ten years old. At the time he didn't know why they didn't get along? His mother didn't seem too broken-up by the split. Jack only recalled that he had quite a few "uncles." They would stay a few days then leave. They had enough room to accommodate the frequent visits, but they always stayed in his mother's bedroom.

Jack grew into the teenage years. He was an average student. Jack was not a "joiner", he liked to be by himself. He wasn't popular by high school standards. He had nothing to offer "cliques". Girls sorta shunned him. He really felt no use for them anyhow.

After graduation from high school he was lucky enough to get secure job working for the government. Life was good. Jack started to get lonely. His hormones were starting to wake up.

He was too "introverted" to get dates the "normal" way.

He started to frequent local bar and clubs. He saw how the other men handled women. At first it looked to him it would be hard.

He tried buying some of the girls "drinks". They would talk and listen to the music. Most of the girls liked "cowboy music". Jack thought most of that type of music was sad. Women always leaving their men, men with unrequited lost loves, children without father's and on and on.

Jack saw some of his family history in that type of music. He realized now his own mother was just a common whore. No morals or scruples. She was more interested in men than she was of properly raising her son. Jack suffered severe, irreversible

psychological damage. In the depths of his soul he "hated women". They were all whores. Using men for their devices. They made the men beg for their wares. Whores, Whores, they were all whores!

At headquarters Sgt Alvin Jackson (nicknamed Slim), was busy at his desk. Slim was the lead homicide detective working on a series of murders. It appeared to be the work of a "serial-killer." All the women were from upscale neighbor hoods. Slim wondered what would bring these women from their background to the "seedy" deathbeds. There had been seven such murders in the last three years. The MO was the same in each of them. The women would be found naked in bed with their heads almost severed. No clues were ever found at the crime scene.

Slim glanced at the wall. There a map of the residences of all the women lived. Their house sites were marked by different colored stick-pins. Slim studied the map intently! During his three years on this case his team was no closer to finding even a distant "person-of-interest."

After every murder Slim directed his team to the neighborhood where the victim lived. Family, friends and neighbors yielded no clues. It seemed like the victims were all well-to-do housewifes. Typical homemakers…soccer moms as they say. Close female friends did not want the family know what they told the police. It was the same thing from all the women. The victims were bored with their mundane existence. Their sexual needs and desires were not being met by their "work-alcoholic" mates. In other words they craved attention in that area, but acted as if everything was fine. As far as their friends knew they did not act on their desires.

Slim asked the "FBI" to make a profile for them to work with. Slim went to their headquarters at Quantico, Va. There is met with one of the most renowned profilers in the country. Slim was unable to provide any physical details. All they had to work with was the "MO" of the killer. Also the history of his/her victims.

After interviewing Slim the rest of the day, he came up with a profile.

White male, slight to medium build, a working man with a steady job, low self-esteem. Between the age of 30-35 years old. Judging the way the victims had their heads almost severed the killer would be strong for his size.

The profiler had a "sketch-artist" make a drawing. The artists used a file of known serial killers to come up with a "composite" for Slim.

Armed with that information and the composite slim returned to Los Angeles. Maybe this would help, he thought.

She is hot and ready to trot thought Jack. He had known her for several years now. He just recently found out she was dissatisfied with her soccer-mom lifestyle. She told Jack she craved some "excitement." She boldly asked Jack if he was married. When he told her no, he noticed her attitude towards him started to change.

She was so horny! She was ready for Jack. Little did she know her fate. Yes, she would be rid of her unfulfilling lifestyle.

Jack decided she was to be his next "girlfriend." He suggested she make an excuse and meet him somewhere. She said that would not be a problem. That her kids were too absorbed with the internet to notice if she was gone too long. She thought her husband would be glad to get some relief from her nagging for some action.

Jack thought she had been friendly enough to him that he would not "do her" on the first visit. Then he thought better of that. If he did not finish her on the "first date" she would some how tell one of her friends of their meeting. Might even tell them who I am. I can't afford women around with "loose-lips", he smiled. Jack enjoyed their lips wrapped around his member. Many were so horny they would make him "cum" while their lips were sucking and licking his penis. He enjoyed that. He thought that was demeaning to women, but they did not seem to mind. They were "hungry" for ?love! In those cases unbeknownst to them it brought a reprieve. At least for a couple of hours. He was like most men. He needed sometime to reload. The women would fondle him and speak "pillow-talk" to "harden him for the finish."

While Slim stuck another pin in the map his team was already in the neighborhood. Same MO, same suburban area. Damn thought Slim. The murder site did not yield any clues. Yes there was blood everywhere but only the victims. He would wait for the pathology report before he went any further with this investigation. The autopsies were performed as priority on these cases. The Killer must be identified and stopped asap.

Two days later the report from the coroner was in. This pathologist did a very thorough examination of the corpse. He found semen in her mouth. He sent the semen to the "FBI" lab for DNA testing.

Slim sent his team to the victims neighborhood. In addition his detectives asked the men if they would "volunteer" for DNA testing. They explained it was a fairly routine in these cases and was painless. All that were asked complied with the police wishes. Not surprisingly none of the specimens returned positive. All were negative.

Slim thought we still do not have a suspect, but we have his "print." The DNA was submitted to all the known databases for possible identification. No success. However the DNA print would be kept in the databases for future testing.

Year after year the killing continued.

Slim was nearing retirement age, but he did not want to go out without at least finding the killer.

Slim would peer at the map several times a day. Then out of the blue he had an idea. The pins were in what would be a very compact area in a place the size of Los Angeles. True it was a suburban area. It appeared the killer only struck women in this one area of the city. No "women of the night", only horny housewifes.

All were soccer-moms…and the such!

All the murders occurred at night and in "seedy" motels. Not in their more familiar settings. Interviews with girlfriends of the victims all revealed the same thing. Bored women looking for something or someone to fulfill their desires.

Several more of the women were found to have semen in their mouths. DNA was all from the same person.

At least Slim knew it was the same perpetrator. But who? The pattern continued. As more pins were put in the map the pattern became more clear.

It appeared that most were located within four miles of each other. This was not a common practice for most serial killers. More frequently they traveled from city to city, state to state. Sometimes the killers would strike on another coast. Not these they were compact. Fifteen victims from one local area? How strange was that?

During a trip to the local post office Slim struck up a casual conversation with the Postmaster. Frustrated Slim mentioned that all the murders were all within a four mile radius. The postmaster was curious as to the area. Knowing better but so frustrated he no longer cared he told the man.

Slim showed Postmaster the killer profile and the composite. The Postmaster frowned. "Looks almost like one of our "mail carriers".

Slim was shocked, regained his composure and asked the Postmaster if he would come to the station. The Postmaster agreed. Slim cautioned him not too say anything to anybody.

That afternoon the Postmaster arrived at the station. Slim offered coffee. The PM declined. Slim then led him to the map on the wall. Does anything about these pins look familiar to you.

The Postmaster became pale and shaky. They are all on one of my "mail routes". With that he explained that the carrier was a man named Jack. He further told Slim that Jack was unmarried and kept to himself. Little was known about his personal life. Rarely did Jack talk to the other post office personnel. When he did converse with them it was all about post office business.

Slim asked when he could meet with Jack at work. The next day was settled upon. Jack told the Postmaster to have Jack come to his office under the pretext of some postal business. The PM said that would be fine.

Slim arrived early for the meeting. He sat in the office with the PM. The PM told Jack to come to his office at reporting time.

Slim thought that this would probably lead to nothing. Just a short talk with the man and that would be that.

Jack knocked at the door. "Enter", said the PM. When Jack stepped into the office he was introduced to Slim. Slim asked him "do you know why you are here"? Jack replied "what took you so long to find me", Slim was floored. Jack agreed to submit to DNA testing. He was placed on administrative leave. An armed officer was sent to stay with Jack until the DNA testing was completed.

The testing was "high priority". Jack's DNA matched perfectly with the many victims. He was immediately arrested and placed in a "suicide watch" cell.

End of story…

Not quite,

Jack was put on trial. With the overwhelming DNA evidence he was convicted for the murder of six women. He was not tried for the other nine victims.

Five years later Jack was led to the "ROOM". He was strapped to a gurney. The deadly fluids coursed through his veins. He was finally at peace with himself. The look on the dead body's face was peaceful. Almost like it was relieved it's existence on earth was over. Could he expect better treatment in the hereafter? Slim smiled. The case was finally closed.

About the Author

This is my first attempt on a story for mature audiences only.  Again it is pure fiction, not experience like some may think!