Tonight, he didn't have killing on his mind.

Tonight, he didn't have killing on his mind. Jen was here and as his only weakness, she represented the last thing that tied him to humanity. All the rest was sealed away in his

tortured soul as he tried hard to appear normal in front of her.He got down on one knee and Jen opened her biggest smile-the one he loved,that could make him forget he murdered all

reminded him of his Aunt who used to have a similar smile on her face after she'd pilfered what she regarded to be a particular valuable specimen of

coprolite. She had a large collection and was always adding to it though sometimes she added ones that were not quite as fossilized as one would want. Still that smile made me

feel like the hand of death was down my trousers. Pure ice. Her smile could could wilt a cockroach. It could cause a pregnant woman's belly to explode. Her smile said, "

use that velcro codpiece one more time and that will be the end of you". I disregarded her announcement and began the laborious process of unstrapping the leather bands to prep

the shallow phallus for it's last hurrah. Codpieces made out of cod? I brushed off the little joke. No time for hilarity. She eyed my work furiously and began screaming "Blasphemy!

The fish's mouth exposes everything!" "No, wait," I explained, my eyes darting frantically. "It's a codpiece you can open to do your business." The fishy shaft sheath would have

repulsed him, but he could not help himself. He licked his dry lips & reached for the latch. His eyes bulged; before him was not man meat, but death; the gun fired & he knew Death.