The Date


The Date

Ray poured rum into two ice filled glasses.

Glancing at the mirror on the wall, he admired the sleek woman kicking off her shoes. She wasted no time heading directly for the bedroom.

This will be my greatest conquest.

He sighed. He never bedded anyone as beautiful as her.

“Ray, what’s taking so long?”

He trembled with anticipation. She is way out of my league. Not the kind of girl I normally pick up.

He hurried into the bedroom as her skirt crumpled to the carpeted floor.

He handed her the drink.

They clicked glasses.

“To new romance.”

Ray gazed into her aqua eyes hoping she melted when she looked into his.

She held up her glass, “To the termination of a beautiful evening.”

Admiring her choice of words, he nodded. Wow, she is a dream come true.

Taking the glass from her hand he pushed her down on the bed. They kissed. Her mouth tasted sweet.

She is everything I ever wanted. I think I could actually fall in love with her. Shame I have to kill her.

First I will make love to her, afterwards I would strangle her. Poor thing never heard of the Online Dating Serial Killer?

He kissed her again.

Her hand caressed the back of his head. She exploded with rage. A violent thrust preceded a burning in his stomach.

Ray staggered to his feet. Looking into the dresser mirror across the room, he discovered the red stain growing around the knife embedded in his abdomen.

“What’s wrong Ray. You never heard of the Black Widow Serial Killer?”


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