The Affected: I Love The Night Life

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The Affected: I love the night life

Chapter 1



Anyone here believe in vampires? Come on, raise your hands if you do....or want to. Probably not many hands because after all, they don't exist any more than zombies, dragons, unicorns, etc. and that makes me VERY happy. I mean, can you imagine the amount of trouble I'd have feeding if people started believing in such a thing? Oh, excuse my lack of manners for not introducing myself to begin with. I'm Adam, as in being the first of my kind. Oh yes, I can already hear the screams of outrage by the so called “Christian” community. It doesn't bother me a bit and you can say I'm THE most unbigoted and impartial man on this planet when I'm hungry whether it's race or religions...black, white, brown, Jew, Christian, Muslim, Americans, Norwegians, Mexicans.....you ALL taste good. I can already see some readers are shaking their heads, saying there ain't no such thing as vampires. Of course, not.....any more than a man can fly like a bird, lift a full size diesel locomotive and invulnerable to many things. Or that man who can run 100+ miles an hour? Nah, he doesn't exist either, does he? Those news reports of that guy saving a bunch of people on that hijacked airplane? Something the news services dreamed up to increase their ratings. I mean, after all, with green screens and cgi, anything is possible and limited only by ones imagination.

Just what can a vampire do? I'll tell you, but remember, I'm just some crazy trying to pass himself off as an affected individual. After all, the net is filled with crazies and their wild conspiracy theories, especially after some of us got affected that day. And besides, Wikiaffected can't verify anyone’s story one way or the other. No, I can't fly or change into a bat. I can, however become a mist and enter ANY place if there's just the tiniest opening like a window that's closed, but not air tight, a keyhole or the space between the bottom of a door and the floor. Which came in handy in the beginning by throwing myself off a high building, changing into mist and floating away from danger. I can move very quickly, in fact, so quick even motion sensors cameras might catch a quick glimpse of me moving, but every time I'm nothing but a blur. But by then, I'm out of sight and security would think it was nothing more than a glitch in their system. How fast am I really? Won't say because I do like suddenly appearing behind someone, having them stop breathing for a second or two while in utter and total terror because they KNOW something or someone is behind them when just moments ago, they were alone. Why terrorize them? Because their hearts get to beating much faster and with the adrenaline being pumped, the blood tastes so much better. I also heal VERY quickly, something I discovered after being shot several times. I think the blood I take is changed when it enters my body and also rejuvenates me physically. For I haven't aged at all these past seven years.

While I can't lift locomotives, I have no problem ripping off a car door especially when I'm in a hurry to feed. Unlike the fictional Shadow, I do have the ability to cloud peoples minds, not that I'm going to say how many or at what distance. But more than once, I've commanded someone to enter my car or come to me while I wait in a darkened alleyway or building while her companions have forgotten about her for a little bit. Such as Mary meeting me while with a group of her girlfriends. They of course, were all in shock upon hearing about her death and each thought she didn't want to go and had simply gone home after leaving work when in reality, I made them forget at least temporarily that they had been out partying as a group for several hours. Do I drink blood? Of course I do, I am a vampire after all. I could (and did for a bit) drink animal blood, but it was flat like a beer that's been sitting out too long. And taking it from a live animal didn't taste that much better. Besides with the hormones and other garbage that's put in their food doesn't much help the taste either. But when it comes to ladies, oh I do so love the ladies. The look upon their faces of utter and total terror, but also quivering excitement when they see me smile at them because they KNOW what's going to happen. They are much like a mouse that has found itself cornered by a cat and all it can do is quiver, shake and not move one muscle for even one attempt to escape.

Originally I was living in Trenton, New Jersey and like others would gamble from time to time in Atlantic City. But there's no REAL action there, along with losers, women wise. But Las Vegas? Oh yeah, THAT'S where the action REALLY is gambling and women wise. Believe me, when they say what happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas, that's VERY true. You wouldn't believe the number of women who turn into sluts, ready to ride the c*ck carousel. Why? Simply because their entire stay is nothing more than a one night stand, with no sexual repercussions. I worked at a stocker at Walmart and let me tell you, the money was NOT good, but it paid my bills and able to stash some away each week. Not much, but once a year, I'd make reservations at a Motel 6 in Vegas, with it being on the bus line which got me downtown within 10 minutes? Better a bus and its all day pass than paying for a cab. I also took what's called a red eye flight, flights leaving after midnight, change planes in Denver which would take me to the Vegas airport. Catch the monorail from there to downtown, then the city bus to Motel 6.

It was just before landing in Denver that I got changed. Felt a bit nauseous and feeling worse when I got off the plane to change flights. Made it to the bathroom just in time where I threw up the airline meal I'd paid for, along with a couple of sodas. Felt a little better after that, washed my face, then made it to my next flight with 15 minutes to spare. Now when flying, I always make reservations so my seat is over the wing AND next to the emergency exit door for two reasons. In case there is an accident of ANY kind, figured it gave me a better chance of survival. The other being more leg room and actually being able to stretch my legs out and really get some sleep because when I got to my motel room, I wanted to hit the floor running. Now when gambling, I have a budget of possibly losing X amount of dollars per day. I won't say I got rich, but over all, I'd return with up to several thousand extra dollars which got stashed for next years run. However, things didn't go as plan. Woke up only because the stewardess woke me up, reminding me to fasten my seat belt for landing. And for some reason, she smelled REALLY good. It wasn't her perfume either and during the next 15-20 minutes during our descent to land at the airport, I became aware of other odors. Not just odors over all, but specific ones like me know who had a few on their flight down here, who had eaten what. The one thing I REALLY smelled was some how they ALL smelled the same. Well, take that back...some did smell differently and later on, discovered I could tell who was on medication, drugs or ill. Those people I definitely avoided feeding on after my first experience with one of them. Dawn was just starting as we landed and for some reason it was hurting my eyes, like it was a bit painful. Caught the monorail from the airport to downtown where I bought a cheap pair of sunglasses. It helped quite a bit, but it felt like it was a VERY hot day on my exposed skin, but I wasn't sweating. Almost like I was getting 2nd degree burns from the sun. I was quite happy to get into my room and closed off the heavy duty blackout curtains which blocked off all light into my room. The heat of the room didn't bother me, just some how the heat outside was different. But within 30 minutes of the AC running, I felt more comfortable but felt I needed to sleep. I woke up 2 days later and this wasn't until just after sundown. I was thinking d*mn, hope this trip isn't going to be a bust with me being sick as I had taken a weeks vacation from work. Last thing I wanted was to be sick during this time with hard earned money spent and nothing to show for it? This time the heat didn't bother me, nor did I need my sunglasses. My senses seemed heightened, hearing sound on a different level, my eyesight seemed so much more keener, the colors brighter and the smells.....my God, I couldn't believe not only the number of different kinds I was smelling, but I KNEW where they were coming from. As to sounds....hearing a car door close from a block away, catching bits of conversation of people on the bus I was on, but also listening to the various kinds of music people were listening to even though they were wearing ear plugs.

During the night, Las Vegas is BRIGHTLY lit with advertising for the various casinos, all trying to catch the tourists eyes and lure them into that casino. Feeling a bit nauseous as I hadn't eaten in a little over 2 days, stopped at a street vendors food stand for a polish dog and a bottle of water, thinking this would help settle my stomach. While it did, it wasn't what I really wanted, though I couldn't figure out what I really wanted at the time.
 You know, one of those times you want something but can't figure out what it is. That's the way I felt. Sat on a nearby bench to eat my meal such as it was and observed the people going by and once again feeling a bit over whelmed by everything which was a new one on me. Then wondered if I had caught a bug of some kind on my flight out here or maybe it was the meal I had on the flight. In any case, it was time to see about making money gambling if possible. One thing I do NOT do is gamble to enjoy myself and HOPING to win. My objective is to MAKE money, nothing less. Not that this happened all the time of course.

During my trips, there were only 2 things I did gambling wise: 21 and poker. Screw the slot machines and roulette wheels as the return on them were very, very poor. Yes, you might get “lucky” in a machine that does pay off, but that's only because of the random number generator in it does so. Also, play at the bigger casinos because the machines are looser, as in having a 99% payback vs the smaller casinos having a smaller payback. Now 1% win doesn't sound like much for a casino considering what it costs for the light bills alone, but when you have THOUSANDS of machines, it adds up very quickly. And with so many machines, they never get “sick”, have a drug, alcohol or family problem, nor is there much of a chance of any employee getting sticky fingers so to speak. As to playing 21, I ALWAYS played tables with single decks which at least gave me an idea or feeling if you will of what card or cards SHOULD be coming up. And no, never quite learned how to count the cards despite my best efforts. As to poker, I preferred Texas hold 'em. This is where everyone puts in a basic amount of money before cards are dealt. Each person gets 2 cards, everyone makes a bet, then the dealer flops or shows 3 cards. This is when everyone either makes a bet or folds, though sometimes there will be raises, though many tables have a max raise so someone can't simply buy a pot. Another card is dealt face up, more betting, then after the 5th card is shown by the dealer, this is when the last of the bets or raises are possible. Then those still in the game, show their 2 cards with the dealer indicating who won the pot. Of course, the casino doesn't offer this game for free, but takes a specific, small amount for each game played. So the house (casino) “wins” every time. Along with knowing ahead of time the mathematical odds on what might be possible for others to have, there are what is called “tells”. That is, the way people act or try to act with their first 2 and subsequent cards shown by the dealer. Some players are very good, having what some call poker faces, that is, not giving any indication of what they have, though they too will bluff by checking their cards like they're wondering if they should stay in or not. Thing is, once I've seen my cards, I know what I have so there's no need for me to check them again. But like others, I'd check them like I too was wondering if I should stay in for the rest of the hand or not. I also NEVER drink any kind of alcohol as I don't want it to impede my judgment. Of course, the casino is quite happy to give you all the alcohol you want while gambling at these two gaming tables and I've seen more than one tourist get a very good streak of luck, but with those free drinks, soon all their winnings were not only gone, but all the money they had not only started with, but on them. This was why I always drank either bottled water, juice or plain coffee. Ask me how I learned that lesson.

The problem was I was feeling a bit over whelmed by the sights and sounds of every-thing and everyone around me and lost a little over $200 in an hour playing 21 simply because I couldn't seem to concentrate on what was being dealt. Decided I needed to leave the 21 table as I only had a little less than $100 left for my daily gambling money, so headed for the poker table. While walking to those tables, told myself I needed to concentrate on making money and it was like everything snapped into place, with me not being overwhelmed like I had been. The sounds, smells, etc. were still there but muted. After being greeted by the dealer, turned what was left of my daily gambling cash into chips and started playing while also thinking of what hands could be coming up with the first 3 cards being dealt and wondering what the “tells” were of the other players if possible. Then it was back...that is, everything being magnified, but not from the entire casino, but the players themselves! I not only heard them breathing, but how their breath changed upon looking at their 2 cards. Their pulse would not only raise or drop according to their hand and subsequent cards, I could actually see their pulse racing or dropping in their throats and wrists. Add to this was the way their lips moved or eyes shifted during all of this. I was totally confused by all of this and lost money, even if was tossing in money to start the hand. I was down to $28 and thinking, it's time to leave. Better to leave the table with $28 instead of hoping things will get better tomorrow. But it was my subconscious that put me wise as I suddenly realized I was “seeing” their “tells”. Against my better judgment at the time, decided to continue playing for a couple more hands to see if my theory was correct or not. It was. And while players came and went on the table, I won when I knew I had a better hand and the other players were either hoping for a better hand or bluffing by their tells. About 7 hours later, I was close to SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS ahead and that didn't count my original $300 I had started with.

I thought I had somehow learned how to tell others tells. No. Now you may be wondering that's great, but what about the federal and state income taxes that's going to be due from your winnings? Nevada is just like New Jersey in that unless it's a hand payout on a slot machine, NO money is kept or reported to the IRS or state tax department. By hand payout, this means when the amount is over $1,200 and you don't get a printed ticket to cash in at the cashiers cage or one of the ticket money machines the casinos have for this purpose. Instead, 2 of the casino employees will come to you and count out your cash right into your eager hand. Having been robbed one time in the parking lot of a Atlantic City casino parking lot, I knew better than be carrying a large sum of cash. Went to the mens room and in the privacy of the toilet stall, took off my money belt, putting all my cash into it except for my original $300 of gambling seed money. Now this was an actual belt which went thru my belt loops and not the kind that went around your waist and under you shirt. Putting 58, 100 dollar bills into it was a chore because I also had my other gambling money there. Realized I'd need a regular, around your waist money belt if this gambling streak of mine should continue. Decided to treat myself at one of the casinos fancy restaurants and had myself a VERY rare t-bone steak, though normally I've always preferred my steak done medium well. It was so rare that blood was oozing from it when it was served. I couldn't remember anything tasting so well. I even sucked on the meat trying to get as much blood out of it as possible, then chewing the meat. Then ordered another by itself and while that was being cooked finished the salad and fries that came with my original meal. I ate them, but after that steak and its blood, they seemed kind of bland.

Now the casinos have gift shops mainly selling what I call gimcracks or as others call them, souvenirs, along with cigarettes which is a FILTHY habit I might add. Decided to walk the strip and at a small store, found a money belt that would go around my waist. I thought it'd be a waste of money, but then I could always hang it on my apartment wall as a memento of my lucky streak. As I walked along the strip, found that I could regulate my sensitivity if you will and bit by bit, concentrate smells, sights, people, etc. And all the time I could hear the thump, thump, thump of different hearts beating and seeing their pulses in their necks and wrists going up and down.
What the h*ll happened to me? I had no idea, but I LIKED it. Problem was, that d*mn sun started coming up and once again, needed my sunglasses. Even ducked into a store to buy a western style, wide brim hat which helped, but once again felt like I'd be getting something like 2nd degree burns from the sun, so quickly caught the bus to my motel. Once inside, felt MUCH better. I wondered maybe I caught something....you know, like maybe I somehow became sensitive to sunlight like albino people are suppose to be even though I never had been this sensitive to the sun before. Between a quick cold shower and the AC running the entire time I was gone, felt much better but also started feeling very sleepy and lethargic. Once again I didn't wake up until sundown and once again, felt VERY hungry for something I didn't know what I wanted. But I also felt a bit weak, so caught the bus to hit a different casino for another steak meal as I knew I needed to eat something before going out to gamble more. Thing is, while it was cooked very rare and it helped with me once again sucking on the blood oozing from it, it just wasn't quite what I wanted. Found that I really wasn't interested in the veggies served with the steak and had a hard time getting them down, even though I was still hungry. This is when the waitress suggested I try steak tar tar. THAT fit the bill EXACTLY. And why I ordered and ate 3 of them. Oh yes, I felt SO much better now and once again, ready to gamble and hopefully continue my wining streak.

As before, I'd be overwhelmed by the noise, smell, etc. of everyone and everything around me until I concentrated in toning it down. The poker tables at that casino got me a little over $3,000 and had planned on hitting another casino, but happened to look at the action going on at the craps table. Thing is, I could actually not only HEAR the dice as they hit and rolled on the felt covering, but seeing how rough the felt was which was another new one on me. And it was like time was slowed down, with everyone and the dice moving SO slowly, making me wonder how long was it going to take for the dice to stop bouncing and coming to a stop. So I stopped and continued to watch the game with me asking the 2 craps table employees for how the game was played as I'd never had an interest in the game before. I spent another 15 minutes watching the various players try their hand in winning and decided to lose $20. I, unlike the others, was mentally rooting for either a 7 or 11 to come up on the dice on the first roll and if not, whatever number combo they had first rolled. I started wining. Now there were 6 people at this table, including myself and eventually I was asked to be the shooter or dice roller. Thing is, once I picked up the dice, they not only felt entirely different, I KNEW what they weighed and we're talking GRAMS of weight. You look at and fell a set of dice and they felt perfectly smooth. But not to me, not any more. I was on a roll and soon the table with people copying my bets, with me wining ALL the time for the next 30 minutes even after having the dice changed several times. But then I got a bad feeling and it was like I was “hearing” the pit bosses thoughts, like he was talking under his breath. He was wondering if I and maybe some of the other gamblers were part of a ring and somehow cheating?! So when he turned his back to me, I still “heard” him talking to security to check the cameras to make sure I some how hadn't switched dice or maybe altered them in some way....and by the way, send a couple of their people downstairs just in case they did catch me doing this. That's when I decided to leave, much to many protests by other players. Cashed in almost $16,000 worth of chips and once again, hit the mens room to put that money in my newly bought money belt. Which by the way, felt VERY good around my waist.

When I left that casino, somehow I KNEW I was being followed. Yes, it was a couple of the casino's security men who wanted to “talk” with me about my wining streak. I was thinking they'd take me in the back somewhere to have a private “chat”, so I wanted out of there asap. I hadn't done anything wrong, but the casino simply didn't like taking that kind of hit or putting it simply, losing that much money. Yeah, it was a small casino. And once again, it seemed like time slowed down, with people at first moving normally, then slower and slower...and then basically it was like they weren't moving at all. No problem getting out of there and I jogged down the street and even there, the people didn't seem to be moving so it was easy enough for me to weave in and out of them with no trouble. Caught another bus, this one taking me to the actual strip instead of the far outskirts of it. Hit 3 more casinos and between playing poker and the craps tables, won almost $13,000. But this time when I felt the sun would soon be coming up, I left. However, as I was leaving the last casino saw something in a clothing store which sold western style clothing that I thought would help protect me against the sun: a duster. Like those used in western movies that would protect the cowboy against the wind, rain, etc. Now by accident, my recently purchased hat was black and decided a black duster would accent my wardrobe. I didn't want to screw around with the bus this time, so caught a cab back to my motel room, with me taking 4 orders of steak tar tar to go. From the motel desk clerk, got 2 more blankets, with me using one on top of the blackout curtains because even good as they were, sunlight would peek out of the top of them. Now it was REALLY dark and with me under 2 blankets and the bedspread, I felt really comfortable and no trouble sleeping.

However, when I woke up it was just like before and just after sundown again. It was like some internal alarm clock had gone off. Sun would soon be coming up, go to bed. Sun's down, wake up. And there was the hunger and steak tar tar was NOT cheap either, so called a cab with the driver taking me to Walmart where I bought 20 pounds of rump roast, a blender and a long knife to carve it up into more manageable pieces for the blender along with a tall, plastic glass. Back in my motel room, had a rump roast cocktail if you will that contained about 5 pounds of pureed meat and blood. Now I felt good/back to normal, though later on at a different casino, had an order of steak tar tar kind of like having a snack. But this time I was able to eat the other dishes without too much trouble. That's when I thought of it: maybe I had some sort of vitamin deficiency? Was trying to think what was in blood that I was craving and thought red blood cells. Got a big bottle of multi-vitamins from a store, took one and waited/hoping this would do the trick.

Hit the poker tables at several different casinos and cleaned out EVERY player, with me having to hit several different tables in the same casino. That got me a little over $7,000.  Very few casino's have multiple crap tables, but even so, this time it was $19,000. Even with my new money belt, if I continued on this wining streak, I'd have to buy another money belt. Which did NOT make me unhappy. Got more than one stare not only from tourists with me wearing my duster, but the casino people, so I always took it off showing I was wearing my normal clothes of blue jeans and a t-shirt. Now when I got back to my motel room, went to make me another rump roast cocktail and it was NOT as good as the first one had been. Why? Because I placed the meat in the small fridge the motel provided out of habit and now it was cold. But the microwave took care of that in a few minutes. Another shower, got dressed and while waiting for the cab to arrive, happened to start watching the news. It had been a little over a week since my flight arriving here and now the news people were commenting on strange and unusual things were happening to people all over the world. Then the cab came, with the driver honking his horn and after turning the tv off, headed for downtown for more different casinos. It was there I ended up getting laid. No, not in middle of middle of the casino, but in HER hotel room.

Now I was never some physical fitness nut and while I had a few extra pounds on me, I didn't have a spare tire around my waist. Always (most of the time) watched what I ate and of course, drank. I had decided I'd limit myself to the amount of money I'd win whether it was 21, craps or poker so security or the pit bosses wouldn't get suspicious about my wining streak. As to 21 and poker, found my memory had gotten better. Not only did I remember cards being played, I'd watch the dealer shuffle the cards and like before, it was like time had slowed down. Also, just like the dice, the cards were NOT perfectly printed with variations on them. Then add me watching the dealer shuffle in SLOW motion, I'd be right about 80% of the time of what cards were going to be dealt. This with practice and a lot of hands, got it up to 98%. It was at the craps table I first saw her: Miriam Spickler. Now Miriam was an architect with some firm in New York City. Now she was in her early 60's, but what a figure! As to women, I preferred those that are called cougars, women who are at least in their 40's, with the bloom off the rose if you will. Now some of them had been riding what's called the c*ck carousel in their youth, that is sleeping with any and every man they fancied, preferably bad boys. However, as they got older, they quickly found out or realized that there was no limit of younger women willing to do the same and with them getting older, they went looking for husbands. Not that many of them found one simply because all the nice guys they'd turned down in their youth were married, with their wives not only quite happy to have found a good man, husband and father to their children, but determined to keep him satisfied. Some of the wives kept themselves in shape and while others did not, their husbands were happy in their marriage. As to the single guys their age, they were interested in the younger stuff. Ones that appreciated what an older man could do and show them. Not that it was sex alone, but going out to dinner, bits of jewelry, helping them pay their rent or going thru college, etc. Not all men blew their money on beer, etc., many which saved their money and either owned their own places (or soon would), had a nice car, etc. And no, we're not talking about Beamers, Lamborghini's, etc. they were driving either. So the years go by with these cougars getting older and older, though they worked out jogging either on the street or on their tread mill, lifting weights at some gym, etc. Other cougars were divorced, with the husband deciding to trade last years model so to speak, for a newer one. Sometimes there were kids involved and it depended on what the kids were like. So ladies, if you want to keep your man satisfied always returning home there's only 2 things you really need to do to keep him happy and satisfied: never let him be hungry or horny. And this is where I came into learning about sex at 14 years old.

Well, I was getting an allowance of $5 a week, but then there were chores to be done. Not done, NO allowance. I forget to do even one of them, my parents “forgot” to give me my allowance. So, at the age of 12, I started babysitting for parents who wanted a night out, but also someone who'd be responsible. This is why I took a Red Cross class on my own time on basic first aid. Now one thing I learned was to give the customer more than they bargained for. Would make popcorn for the kids to munch on while watching dvd's the parents had either bought or rented. Or I'd tell them stories, keep 'em busy with their coloring books. Whatever to keep them occupied while I turned around and did light house keeping, washing dishes, etc. Occasionally I'd make a sandwich after the kids had gone to bed and that was okay with the parents, though never drank any of their soda. The going rate for babysitting at the time was $10 an hour, I charged $6 and believe me, more than once I'd have parents asking me to watch their kids a few weeks in advance. HOWEVER, when there was a baby or babies involved that wore diapers, I charged $12 an hour because of poopy diapers. And after the first few “accidents”, I quickly learned how to change them. Take the kid to the bathroom putting it on the floor and unbutton or unstrap the damaged goods, then plop the kid in the bathtub. Diaper in plastic bag, get the kid out of the way, then with a rubber glove on, start warm water running, then pick kid up and stick his/her little a$$ under the running water with me using the rubber glove in that area. Clean b*tt which was dried quickly off, dusting of baby powder, new diaper and kid was back in action. No muss, no fuss. And yes, I made sure in using the rubber glove that any poo in the tub went down the drain. So there I was, 14 years old and several years of experience of babysitting when Stacey Holmes ask me to babysit her 2 boys who were 3 and 4 years old. Suffice to say, she gave me a “bonus” if you will for doing such an outstanding job of babysitting once a month while she went out on dates after work. She was black, 29 years old and worked at a “Gentleman's Club” on the other side of town. This was something I didn't know until later as she said she “worked the pole at a meat factory”. Of course I was in love until she set me straight on that and about 6 months later, she and her kids moved out of their place as she got married. Not that I was invited to the wedding. And as the saying goes, once you've gone black, there's no turning back. Then add being attracted to older women as they've got A LOT of experience in bed.

Now Miriam had an OUTSTANDING looking body under her clothes and of course, like it was said in that Starship Troopers movie, do you want to know more? H*ll yes, I wanted to know more. Now Miriam was an architect with some New York City company and from what she later told me, she was d*mn good at it. Enough to become a partner in said company. She HAD been married to some medium size lawyer until she caught him and his secretary banging away at each other at their home, on THEIR bed. She cleaned up financially when it came to alimony and their various properties. They had a couple of kids, but were all grown up, some married with their own families. As I was saying, she was playing the craps table and losing and losing and losing. That's when I offered her some suggestions on how and why she should place her bets. She tried my suggestions and while still losing most of the time, not as much as she had been. She'd tried tossing the dice with no change in her luck, then said well, enough is enough. She'd lost $5,000 in just over 6 hours playing 21, roulette, etc. and the craps table was her last fling at gambling. Then the dice got passed to me and I said hold on, I KNOW what I'm doing here, why not hang a little bit longer and I'll teach you a few things while looking her up and down. Yeah, she got my looking at her like I did and commented I was a bit fresh wasn't I with us having just met? Originally there were only 4 players: Mimi, me and 2 others, but then someone passed by started seeing the action I was getting from the table and word quickly spread and soon there were over a dozen people placing their bets, with another dozen or so people watching the action behind them AND trying to get people playing the table to place bets for them. The croupiers AND the pit boss didn't know what to do, but then the pit boss said only those up against the table would be permitted to place bets, other wise he'd have to shut the table down for an unspecified period of time. LOTS of groans from those behind the players. I OWNED that table for almost an hour and everyone was just raking the money in when I thought I heard the pit boss saying they were going to have to close the table down in a little bit as security had had to bring in SIX carts of chips to refill the racks of the croupiers. That's when I pulled my next max bet off the play line and placed $1 in its place. I had asked what the max table limit was and it was $500. I said ladies and gentlemen, I think my luck is going to go bad in one way, but maybe in another I'll be more successful in another...and looked at Miriam. She gave me a smile which told me what I wanted know. And of course, I was getting all sorts of images from her and they were ALL XXX rated. I placed $500 on the snake eyes which is when both dice come up as ones. It pays 30 to 1. Not everyone placed a max bet but some did, while others put some money down thinking if I lost, they wouldn't lose that much, but if I did roll snake eyes, they'd be ahead of the game. Other than my $1 bet on the pass line, NO ONE put ANY money on the pass line....EVERYTHING else was riding on the snake eyes bet. When I got ready to roll, Mimi said go for it. It cost the casino $250,000 for that final role. As for Miriam, she not only got all her money back, but a little over $22,000. I cleaned house, taking $98,000. That's A LOT of hundred dollar bills which REALLY made my newly bought money belt bulge when I made a quick trip to the mens room.
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Working on chapter 4 and looking at a possible chapter 5. Just depends on what I might come up with.

[9idrr]

Keep this one comin', sir. So far it's about as good as anything you've done.

[willc453]

Yeah, this one's a little different in that the character doesn't have an ability like Superman, Dancing Wind, etc. And don't know why there were 3 blank lines between each paragraph, but changed it so it's normal.

[willc453]

The Affected: I love the night life
Chapter 2

As for Miriam, when we walked away from the craps table, SHE took my arm, putting it around her waist, saying she couldn't wait to find out what else I could do, giving me her room number. After she cashed her chips in, she said give her 20 minutes to put her money in the hotels safe and then she'd be ready for me. Get to her room and of course, it's one of those places that uses a card to access the room, so I knock and she partially opens the door, but tells me to wait?! A minute or so later, says it's okay to enter and there she is....laying on the couch while dressed in high heels, nylons, panties, bra and a nightie which left NOTHING to the imagination. Think this was a situation where the Navy would be calling for general quarters and all hands on deck. She had a canary eating cat smile on her face when she said well? All I could do was gulp which made her smile even more. But this wasn't my first rodeo so to speak and I then said here kitty, kitty, kitty while pointing to the floor just in front of me. Well, she got off the bed and started strutting ever so slowly and I was thinking, it'd be a lot more erotic if she dropped to her hands and knees while coming to a stop right in front of me. Boy, was I surprised when she did this. Needless to say, our first encounter was on the carpet and not in bed. The 2nd time we did things her way, but the 3rd time, I wanted it my way and said so. She had NO problem doing it my way along with the 4th way. But it was on our 5th time around the race track so to speak, sh*t got serious. We were both panting and grunting, nearing the end with me nuzzling her throat and just before I came inside of her, I bit her the side of her neck! Believe me, it wasn't a conscious decision on my part, it was something that just happened. And at first, thought she'd be ticked afterwards with me having given her a really good, obvious hickey. Also, at the time, I was thinking her salty sweat from our latest endeavor was sssooo tasty. But when I raised my head from her neck, I see blood??!!I quickly licked it and a few more drops of blood that came off her neck area. I asked if she was okay and after shaking her once or twice, all she did was groan....that woman was in a that DEEP of a sleep. Well, time for me to get out of Dodge as I KNEW the sun was coming up because she had left her curtains wide open to look at all the lights that were on in Las Vegas. I didn't bother taking a shower, but quickly dressed, went downstairs where I caught a cab back to my motel room. But this time, the sun was uncomfortable, but not giving me what I felt were like 2nd degree burns previously and I felt GREAT! Went to have a steak tar tar and decided I didn't need it after all. While undressing for bed, wondered what Miriam would be thinking when she woke up with that big hickey on her neck. Decided I'd lay low and avoid that casino for awhile, which would be no problem as there were lots of big casinos all over town. The really good thing was all she knew was my first name and what state I was from. Never gave her my last name or town I was from.

Well, the next 2 nights found myself with my wining streak still strong, BUT I started feeling like sh*t again on the 3rd night, so once again back for some steak tar tar while at some casino and a bloody steak “cocktail” back in my motel room. On the 4th night, was checking out the action on a poker table and became aware if you will of someone coming towards me. I started scanning the people in the casino, saw Miriam who upon seeing me, headed right for me. Seems she'd been looking for me the past few days and seemed quite happy to see me....as in putting one arm around my waist, while resting her two Grand Tetons on each side of my arm. She wanted a rematch if you will, then dropped the arm that had been around my waist to squeeze my a$$! She didn't seem embarrassed at her actions in public and as good looking as she was, she was getting more than one look for guys around us, including a few women. I'd of been quite happy to give her a rematch, but told her it'd have to wait as I was on a hot streak and wanted to keep it up. She looks down at my crotch and says yes, I know you can keep it up and afterwards, we're going back to my place....okay? And she said it in such a way I KNEW she was anxious for us to be back together which was a first time for me with ANY woman acting like that. Then I became aware not only of her heart and pulse beating faster, but OTHER women who were looking at me THAT way. Now I've never been what my cousin would call a stud muffin, but I LIKED the looks some of the women were giving me, including more than one cocktail waitress walking by. Well, we once again cleaned house on the craps table and once again, back at her hotel room with her arm around my waist and mine around hers. Had her slowly strip while I sat in a chair and she danced for me. When she said please in a pleading tone, I nodded towards the bed and it was like she was an Olympic runner getting into it. So, I slowly stripped and when I got into bed with me, she was quite happy to be compliant with my sexual wishes. So there she is, grunting and gasping and once again, found that place where I had bit her several days ago and again, bit her. But this time I kept my mouth over that area, taking a bit more blood. I mean, it wasn't like I was taking gallons of it from her and this time, it was even better taste wise. Again, when I was done with her that first and only time, she just layed there with her heart originally going bumpbumpbump, etc. but after a few minutes, it slowed to a steady beat. I checked her purse for her drivers license, writing down her address in New York City as I was thinking if she's THIS anxious to get in bed with me, it wouldn't be that much of a long drive from my state to hers. And from her phone, got her number. Yeah, when you find something really good.... Well, I was walking down the hallway to the elevator when I see some fine lookin' black trim who was in her 20's and as I passed her, thought I heard her say that's a outstanding piece of manhood and I'd LOVE to get his hands on and all over me. Long story short was I banged Shirley in her room and yes, while I bit her on the neck, she was left sexually satisfied and in a deep slumber. But from her, I took a little bit more blood than I had from Mimi, while also learning that blood was not the same in all people. Yes, I know there's different kinds of blood such as A positive, etc. But hers was different, with me eventually understanding people are what they eat. Like blood from a vegetarian is a lot different from someone who ate meat on a regular basis. The other thing is, while those veggies as I call them, sometimes are not the most healthiest meal, so I'd grab a quick bite from others. I was becoming a gourmet if you will, with me dining on Asians, Hispanics, etc. It just depended on what I felt like having at the time. And by the way, not all Jewish women follow the kosher diet restrictions.

But once again, with me enjoying our time together with Miriam and Shirley, I had forgotten about time. That is, until I came to my senses and realized it was just past sunup. This time though, NO burning 2nd degree burning feeling from the sun. I ducked into the same store I had previously bought my money belt from, buying another. And then I saw it....UV sun blocking cream. I bought 6 bottles of the strongest stuff they had, then took a cab ride back to my place. But I now had a problem that I had never encountered before.....TOO much money. I mean, I had my original money belt around my waist and now TWO money belts around my waist. While the 2nd belt wasn't full, with my streak of luck, had the feeling and hope that it too would soon be bulging. The problem was my return flight back home. Homeland Security was having everyone take their belts, shoes, etc. off and then walking thru some sort of scanner which would obviously show my waist money belts. Which meant quite probably being taken for further “examination” and explanations on my part. Which no doubt, would mean I'd have to pay taxes on said money?! NO frickin' way. I made the money and since the government hadn't contributed anything money wise to my gambling endeavors, why should it get ANY part of it? Money grubbing sons of b*tches. Then thought of my salvation: debit cards.

Then I started watching the news, with more reports of people being mutated at which time it occurred to me that I had to have also been mutated on the flight from Denver to Las Vegas. And the reason for my fantastic luck gambling? Blood, because after all I didn't start feeling good until I had those really rare steaks, followed by steak tar tar. And then there were those 2 I had gotten blood from. So my luck had to be fueled by blood for unknown reasons. Yeah, I was still clueless about my actual condition. Now some people may be wondering....hadn't I been watching the news about what had happened to many people flying on that fateful day? H*ll no....I was looking forward to being on vacation and possibly making money. And once I did, I was busy enough making it and trying to get back to my room before the sun came up. Then of course, there was Miriam, etc. who later came into my life. So, now the problem was to convert much (but not all) of my cash into debit cards but I had to deal with the d*mn sun and its flesh searing rays. Well, with a full bottle of sun lotion on my face, head and neck, followed by me wearing my hat, gloves and duster fully buttoned up, found that while I was uncomfortable being in the daylight, I could travel during the day. However, felt tired/lethargic while doing this. With addresses from a phone book, started hitting different banks, each time putting $5,000 on a debit card. Thing is, I had A LOT of cash and the way things were going, I'd spend a good part of the day doing this which meant I might not be up to gambling that night which meant possibly losing money. I thought things over and instead of getting more debit cards, went to the library where I checked Craigslist and Facebook Marketplace for class A and C motorhomes. As to those class C motorhomes, the owners were crazy as many times they wanted AT LEAST 3 times as much for a class A. Figured if you're going to go for something, go big. Didn't have much time left before my vacation ran out, but checked out several class A motorhomes as quick as possible as I wanted to get back to my motel room. Of course, the owners were really pushing me to buy their vehicle right then and there, that it was a great deal, they couldn't go any lower, at such a price it won't last long, blah, blah, blah. Of course, I knew NOTHING about these vehicles, so no idea what was good or bad about them as far as needing possible repairs that the seller wouldn't normally mention. And each time I told the seller I wished they'd cut the bullsh*t and tell me what's possible wrong with it and the LOWEST price they'd let it go for. Didn't know tires could rot simply because they weren't driven that much but still showed a lot of tread left. A tranny that was starting to slip and would cost me up to 5K to have a new one installed, leaky roof with no obvious interior damage, etc., etc., etc. Others had come to vacation in Las Vegas and got over their heads gambling wise and now looking to sell their motorhome for as much as possible and fly home with their wife. Didn't know it, but there's a blue book that gives you the low, medium and high prices of motorhomes. I ended up buying my class A motorhome for $14,000, though it was valued at $38,000 and that was at the medium price. The seller showed me how everything worked once I showed him the cash. With title in my pocket, filled its 2 gas tanks (75 gallons total), then drove back to the motel to get some much needed sleep. However, before doing that, called my supervisor (Grayson) to say I wouldn't be returning to work as I thought and of course he snickered, saying I had lost my a$$ didn't I? I said yes, and I'd be taking Greyhound back, which would take several days. As to my return flight back, told him I cashed it back in and....he snickered some more and said okay. And he's such a d*ck either trying to bust someone's balls just because he could or actually enjoying someone's misfortune and no doubt really give me cr*p about losing my money this way.

My last 2 nights were something to remember, money and sex wise. Decided I'd change my itinerary if you will by having sex first, THEN seeing about making more money. Found 2 girls who were from some college in southern California and again, no problem with them taking me to their motel room. Both were left exhausted and minus a little blood. Then on the way to my first jaunt to a casino, it was a mother/daughter combo. Boy, I was feeling stupendous and after leaving them, cleaned up on the craps table. But then as I was leaving for another casino, saw a slot machine. Now in case you don't know or understand this, there are 2 types of slot machines. One is the old fashioned kind with mechanical reels. The other is a video. Never had an interest in playing them simply because they rarely pay off, but there's also the chance of them doing so which is why so many play them, especially women. Well, it seemed like time slowed down again for me as I watched the mechanical slot machine slow down, slower and slower. And I was rooting for it to hit max payout, not that I was playing it, but some woman was. And then it happened: she hit max payout of $5,000! Now she was a happy little camper with a lot of squealing coming from her and some friend of hers, with me going on my way. Then it happened again, but this time on 2 other machines, with different players. Now I was thinking what the h*ll was going on, because once, maybe twice is a coincidence, but THREE times? Considering the amount of money I had on me, figured let's live large and put $2 in a mechanical slot machine which had a max pay out of $500. After all, I DIDN'T want some machine with max payout, with me having to pay taxes on it. It payed me $500 and after getting a printout for my effort, I put another $10 in it, $2 at a time, with me wining $500 each time. So now I had $3,000 with the casinos ticket payout machine for each of the $500 tickets. So....having something to “eat” before starting all of this, this have something to do with this winning I'd just done? Time for me to hit another casino to check out my theory with the same thing happening on several mechanical slot machines. Then watched some people playing video slot machines and I wondered..... Now video machines are A LOT different than mechanical ones in that they give the illusion of spinning reels. Now I KNEW about the mechanical ones, but I wasn't going to blow money on trying something that might or might not work. However, there were a lot of people (mainly women) playing and none seemed to have any trouble me watching them play. It cost me close to $90 before I realized what I needed to do Now the machine I was playing had firecrackers and other things which when aligned right would give me free games or better yet, the chance to hit 1 of 4 jackpots, the smallest being $28 and all the way up to almost 10 grand. Then learned that with the free games, you could chose 5 different options with you playing a lot of games with few firecrackers coming up or a lot less games, but with max firecrackers having a better chance coming up. The other option was letting the machine choose for you from a few free games to max games, along with a random number of firecrackers, etc. coming up from a few to max. I got close to 9 grand, with me cashing out once I got to $600 or a little over it each time. Last thing I wanted to do was cash my tickets in at the cashiers cage.

Now all of this was interesting and educational.....that is, until I saw the Wheel Of Fortune machine with a max payout of 2.3 MILLION dollars?! Man, IF I hit that jackpot, it'd save me HOURS of playing at different crap tables. And while the government would demand its cut, I wouldn't have to file taxes on that win until the following year. And before that would happen, find me a tax accountant to see what deductions he or she could come up with. I mean, Bill Gates is a billionaire and he sure as h*ll doesn't pay a lot in taxes. And if he does this all the time, why not me? Then thought of my states income tax which would steal even more of my hard earned money I thought about it and did some checking....Nevada has NO state or county income taxes?! Time for me to change my state of residence....after making a few more bucks on the craps and poker tables. I also needed to modify my new motorhome along with getting my license changed to Nevada. Back at my motel room, put my UV sun blocker just in case, then took my new motorhome title to the nearest DMV office. As far as my address was concerned, that was taken care of by going to one of those places that rent out p.o. boxes for a year. What a pain in the b*tt....governments are all the same. Always wanting your hard earned cash and giving little back. Spent TWO hours there waiting to get my license changed, but also finding out I needed to take a test for a non-commercial drivers license?! And of course, all the booklets for this and other vehicles were available ONLY on line along with having to have the motorhome inspected. Got the inspection done which took maybe 45 minutes? Nothing wrong was found, so once that was out of the way, back to get my license plates and tags. But this time, after a mental hint to the previous clerk, when she saw me, she had me come forward after finishing the customer she had been dealing with. After that, went to the nearest public library where I downloaded and printed the needed class A booklet, along finding a place to do some modifications on my motorhome. Chose the material I wanted and explained to the woman what I wanted, being told it'd take 2 days(?!). With me being sensitive to the sun, was having heavy duty curtains not only installed, but with strips of velcro installed on the drapes and interior body of the motorhome as I didn't want ANY sunlight coming in. I was feeling exhausted when I got back to my motel room, but then my reservation was up the following day and needed to keep it until I had taken and passed the class A and of course, getting my motorhome back. So paid for an additional 3 days there, though I figured I'd only need 1. Better safe than sorry. That evening, used my last 2 steaks for a bloody, juicy cocktail, then it was time to hunt as I soon started calling it, then making money.

Now cougars (40 years or older) were the easiest prey and one thing I made sure of was they were ALL out of state. Remember, what happens in Las Vegas STAYS in Las Vegas. This also includes those people who die from heart attacks or suicide for example. City doesn't want ANY bad publicity you know because everyone comes to Las Vegas to have a GOOD time, get rich and NOT die. I had 3 women in just over 2 hours in their motel rooms and once again, felt great. All 3 were black and not used to being hit on by a “nice white boy” my age and I picked up their thoughts: they thought I was a gigolo?! Told them if they wanted, I'd PAY THEM which surprised them at first, then they were a bit mad in thinking I was calling them hookers. Now the best women to hunt for are widows, divorcee's or single, no matter what their age is. I'd put my arm around her waist and tell her to come to me to the Casba which was something I didn't have to explain as they always looked at Casablanca as a chick/romance type of movie. Then it was I'd be doing things to them sexually that would make their mothers jealous their fathers had never done it to them that way. Yeah.....they were ready and more than once, we'd go to her motel room with me paying for the cab, something they didn't expect as they still were thinking to a lesser degree that sooner or later I'd put the bite on them for some money.

Hit the poker table for a bit, then the craps tables wining around 7K from both tables. But I got to thinking about that Wheel Of Fortune, so went to that casino where I'd first seen it and practiced on mechanical and video machines. Yep, my touch was still there, but now the WoF was now just over 2 million. Took me about 20 minutes to get the feel of the machine, then started hitting various jackpots, but NOT the big one. And of course, once my winnings got to a certain amount, I'd cash my tickets in. Thing is, felt someone watching me and I'm thinking it's casino security again. Now if you're wondering about my hearing ability, it's kind of like being in a big crowd, say a football game or concert before it begins. You know people are talking, but it's all a murmur of voices without hearing specific conversations. But once I start concentrating, I can skip if you will, from voice to voice, hearing what each person is saying or saying to each other. It's the same when I'm being watched. I don't have to turn to look around to begin with, it's enough I'm able to get the basic direction/area of that person or persons watching me. It makes picking up a lot easier though later on, you wouldn't believe the number of women that were not only looking at me, but actually staring at me with hungry eyes. And yes, there were men who looked at me that way too.

So after cashing my tickets in, wandered around hitting other video poker machines and again winning. After about 20 minutes of this, saw who was interested in me. Her name was Nicole, 23 years old, redhead with green eyes and a VERY nice set of Grand Tetons. And she hit on me, again, a new one on me. She'd been monitoring my gambling and after putting her hand on my shoulder and standing VERY close to me, she was wondering what kind of system I had to win so consistently and would I mind sharing it with her? Well, I put my arm around her waist, saying maybe....but only if you share with me what you got, with me looking down at her VERY healthy chest. Oh she agreed, with her pressing them on each side of my arm. However, I caught her thoughts of what she REALLY was going to do. Once she learned my “system”, she'd blow me off as she simply didn't need me and certainly wasn't about to sleep with me for ANY reason. Why? She was a lesbian! I decided this was when I decided she was no longer going to be a lesbian when I was done with her. So I had her pick out and put $20 in a video poker machine and even though she hit the stop button when I told her to, she wasn't wining. She wasn't happy after losing $17 of her money. I said you're not looking for the tales of when to press the stop button, so had her take her money out and after sitting in front of the machine, put $3 in. And started wining EVERY time. This drove her crazy, so after taking my $912 out, had her put her ticket back in the machine, take the chair and with my finger resting on the stop button, had her lay her finger on top of mine. Of course, she started winning and thinking SHE was doing all the correct stop button pressing. I said I want to try my luck on another machine and she said okay and just sat there thinking she had my “system” for wining. When I asked her if she was coming with me as I wanted to try another machine, she said yeah, in a bit. Not that she meant it as she (at the time ) was just over $600 ahead of the game.

Well, hello WoF and yes, I hit THE payoff which sent off A LOT of noise and lights to come from the machine. Which naturally not only generated a lot of attention from people around me, but also drew others to see what had happened. Which now included Nicole who had pushed her way to stand as close to me as possible. NO problem for her in putting her arm around the top of my shoulder. Well, it took about 30 minutes for the casino to check the machine, then coming out with 2 checks....one of them a large one with Nicole naturally wanting to be in it with me, the other, a regular size check. And at her insistence, she also wanted a 8x10 photo of us with MY check. And of course, wanting to know once again about my “system”. I said I've had enough for the night and going back to my motel room....are you coming with me or staying here? She about swallowed her chewing gum, not that she was chewing any. She figured what the h*ll, bang this guy once or twice and between bouts, REALLY find out how his system worked. On our way out, I saw it...Mega Bucks, with a payout of just over 15.6 MILLION dollars. Yeah, while I'd have to pay some sort of taxes on it, a good accountant should be able to get me a lot of tax breaks. When she sees me putting $40 into it, she wants to “help” me win. Oh please....such a stupid and greedy little b*tch. With her hand on top of mine, when the big one hit, she planned on saying WE were playing the machine and not just me. I said no, first I have to find the tells of this machine and don't want to be distracted. I lost $10, then hit that major payout, once again with lights, etc. going off, along with people gathering around. Boy, she got really p*ssed as she was thinking of claiming she was playing the machine with me. Why? Because I reminded her of the security cameras thru out the casino which is why it takes some time for a payoff like this to be paid. Security wants to make sure no one tampered with the machine to make it pay off and it's obviously going to show I put my money in and I was the ONLY one playing it. She thought of claiming she'd given me $20, but with all those cameras around, she'd have to show on video WHEN and WHERE I'd gotten that money from her because she knew there was NO WAY I was going to split my jackpot.

Once everything was settled photo and check wise with the casino, asked her if she was ready to celebrate and would it be at my place or hers. She chose hers with another game plan in mind: that I had tried raping her, with her “girlfriend” being the one who stopped me from trying to commit such a heinous crime. Her “girlfriend” was actually her lesbian lover. Well, she needed to make a call to her “girlfriend” in private of course to make sure we wouldn't be disturbed for a while and gave me a big smile while walking away....and she was already thinking of how much she could get from me if she didn't file charges against me. You know, settle out of court. I heard their conversation over Nicole's phone with no trouble. They BOTH got quite a surprise. Stopped by a supermarket getting some things with me telling Nicole I had gotten a bottle of Jack Daniels and some 7-Up to celebrate our winnings. And while her face was smiles and her hands touching me here and there, she was thinking just wait till Leslie (her lesbian lover) broke up my wanna be love tryst with her as she knew karate and a couple of other martial arts. And she looked with great delight on imagining me screaming in pain while Leslie did various painful things to me before announcing their spread the wealth plan to me as I moaned in pain and suffering and undoubtedly be quite happy to do so.
One thing Nicole didn't expect was being grabbed from behind and by the throat. With a little pressure on that beautiful thumping artery to her brain, she quickly passed out. Then out came the duct tape which took care of her wrists, ankles and of course, her mouth. Put Nicole under the sheets and turned to one side, so it looked like she was sleeping. Then it was a matter of waiting 10 minutes for Leslie to show up in “righteous indignation”. Yeah, I had spotted her just outside of the motel office waiting for us to arrive and get in their room. Well, she had NO idea what was going on because Nicole hadn't done any screaming and yes, I could hear her breathing outside their room.

She opens the door to rush in and she didn't expect to be grabbed and then being unconscious, followed by being duct taped after being stripped naked just like Nicole had been. Now technically I raped both of them...multiple times. Their moans of no, no, no went to being yes, yes, yes or just a lot of moaning. Of course, they got mental and vocal commands from me what they liked and when I came inside of each one of them, they got bit which drove them into a sexual orgasm frenzy. Bottom line was they got rode hard and put away exhausted after 3 days and I got 3 pints of blood from each of them which made me feel great. Using their phones, took a bunch of selfies of us in various sexual positions, along with using their belts around their necks and leading them around the room like they were obedient slave girls, along with them on each side of me while on their knees and arms around my legs. Now I had their phone numbers and addresses and later on, posted these photos on more than one S&M (slave/master) website, including their names, etc. being posted. Of course, I had my head black out in these photos just to be safe. I left them with commands that they would not remember my name or what I looked like, but they were to be so grateful for showing them what their true status should be in the world of men. No idea what happened to them after I left them as I figured we were even. Besides I even fed them during our time together, though I made them eat their food from my hand to their mouth so they'd learn proper obedience.

Well, time for me to get my motorhome and leave town. And of course, deposited my checks with Bank of America as they have branches all over the place. I had to wait until a manager was available and you couldn't believe the apologies she was giving me for keeping me waiting so long (10 minutes) once she saw the amounts on the two checks. So there I am, 3 money belts stuffed with hundreds, 2K in my wallet and all those lovely pre-paid debit cards. Got a couple more while at BoA and of course, there was NO charge for that service now. I head east and starting to do some thinking as in why even bother going back to Walmart and it's low paying, dead end job? One reason: Michelle. Now THERE was a hottie. I'd been trying to hit on her since first seeing her in those tight fitting jeans and bulging shirt. Our shifts overlapped by an hour and no matter what I tried, I wasn't getting ANYWHERE with her. Was told she had a boyfriend and she didn't go out with white men. Yeah, she was black and unlike many black women, she had long hair down to the base of her spine. Her boyfriend? He worked at some trucking company loading trailers during the day, but was training to become a professional fighter. From what she said, in a couple years max, he'd be a big name and well known over the world. He was also black and I tried playing the racist card. That is, she was a racist if she didn't go out with me because I was white. She laughed.

Passed thru Arizona with no trouble but when I got to New Mexico, pulled into a rest stop simply because I felt I'd be more comfortable driving at night, along with needing to use the restroom. Yes, I gotta go just like everyone else and no, I don't defecate or urinate blood. Just do it like everyone else. Now I was feeling pretty good after having Nicole and Leslie but then I smelled her, followed by quickly seeing her: Bright Star, a 17 year Navajo girl. Not only was she beautiful, but from the smell of her body and blood, she was a virgin?! You guys ever have a virgin? Well, I hadn't before I was changed and of course not after just getting changed. But that was going to change as there's a first for everyone. Seems she and her mother would make silver and turquoise jewelry at home, then sell it at this rest stop on a regular basis on the weekends to make extra money. Gave her a mental command that she had to use the bathroom, so she got up telling her mother this and when she rounded the corner of the restrooms, she never had a chance. A quick pinch on that LOVELY artery to her brain, then threw her unconscious over my shoulder. Thought I'd have trouble with her weight, but it was like she weighed nothing, though I knew she had to be at least 80 pounds of unconscious dead weight. Then finding out I had NO trouble going down a 30 foot embankment into a gully, then running like h*ll about 100 feet to the area where my motorhome was parked. Two jumps up the ravine and we're in my motorhome. Time to get out of Dodge with this totally delicious looking and smelling prize.

[texican]

WillC,

Thanks for the new story.

Now Adam definitely has it figured out or does he?

Texican....

[willc453]

Getting changed/affected is a OJT kind of thing and there's probably going to be a few speed bumps in his story, one of which is in the next chapter. And working on 5 now.

[texican]

Aug 3, 2020 2:46:42 GMT -6 willc453 said:

Getting changed/affected is a OJT kind of thing and there's probably going to be a few speed bumps in his story, one of which is in the next chapter. And working on 5 now.

So chapters 3 and 4 are out there waiting in the ether to be read.

WillC?

Texican....

[willc453]

Why yes, 3's out and has been for a few days. Just go see that college girls website....you know, the one that can talk to animals and plants.   3 will be posted here in a couple more days if wondering. 

[willc453]

The Affected: I love the night life
Chapter 3

Now I'd never assaulted anyone like this before until I dealt with Nicole and Leslie like I did, but then they had it coming. But when I saw this girl....
well, not only was I a big, bad wolf but a very RAVINOUS one. And it seems I was a lot more sexually aroused since arriving in Las Vegas and ready more often than before. As in being ready to go in about 20, MAYBE 30 minutes after my first time with a woman. Did you know New Mexico isn't all that big driving wise? You can actually drive right thru it in 4-5 hours, which I did until I got into Texas and took the first small state road. At a truck stop, bought a road atlas, then bought a truckers gps which was much better than any road atlas as it would give me road conditions, traffic jams, etc. As for Bright Star, I became aware when she did start becoming conscious. Pull over real quick, a quick touch on that artery of hers along with a verbal and mental command/suggestion that she was sleepy and really wanted to sleep along with WHY she was with me. Well, I was getting tired myself, so after setting up the curtains in the motorhome, decided I'd take a nap myself. There we were, laying in bed together and I was like a kid holding THE best Christmas present of my life in my hands. Boy, was I p*ssed when I woke up when it was almost dark only to find her missing?! Oh no you don't Bright Star....you're MY piece of sweet, succulent meat and I WILL have you until I DECIDE I've had enough of you. Thing is, I could smell her even though I was outside and with no wind, I started running with me only stopping from time to time to make sure I was on the right track scent wise. Think I'd gone maybe 5 miles, taking me maybe 2 minutes before I saw her about 2 miles away. Son of a b*tch.... she was standing near and talking to a Texas state trooper! She was telling him how she had no idea how she ended up in Texas as the last thing she remembered was needing to use the bathroom at a rest stop in New Mexico. No i.d. on her as she'd left her purse back with her mother. This was when the cop said he'd call it in and take her to the nearest hospital to have her checked out and during that time, she could call her mother?! BULLSH*T....she was MINE or at least would soon be. I made that 2 miles in MAYBE 30 seconds and that cop never had a chance when I slammed him against his car. Hit him so hard that he got a broken shoulder, concussion and needed therapy as his back muscles got slightly twisted. Bright Star gave me a look not only of terror, but anticipation as she felt what I was going to do to and with her....and she couldn't wait. Man, her heart was going thumpthumpthumpthumpthump with that artery in her neck PULSATING and as it was, almost took her then and there. But I had not only get her back to the motorhome, but this time, REALLY get out of Dodge because when this cop didn't call in or woke up, NO doubt there's be a bunch of cops ALL over this area. Along with them looking for Bright Star and having a general idea where she was from. NOT good. A quick pinch on Bright Stars neck artery, tossed her over my shoulder, but instead of just running down the road, took her a couple of hundred feet to the cops passengers door side in hopes of NOT being on his cars video camera. Nothing I could do about it possibly seeing my motorhome, but there was no way that it could read a license plate from where it was parked. Was running as fast I could with her tossed over my shoulder and while I wasn't as fast as I had done earlier, I'd of put ANY Olympic runner to shame. This time I duct taped her legs and arms, then after leaving her on the bed, I headed down the road.

However, the more I used my abilities, I knew I'd need blood. Using my gps, got off one state road while listening to the radio for any news. Of course, no idea when all this might happen and realized it'd be a good idea to have a lap top, internet connection, along with a police scanner. As far as scanners go, ended up buying 2 of them...a bigger one that would sit on a desk, the other being a hand held one. First I needed to feed and then saw them: cows. After pulling over, I was out the door in a flash, jumped over the barbed wire fence with no trouble, heading for the nearest cow. Now at first the cows headed for me, maybe thinking I was going to feed them? But then they got spooked when I jumped the fence and they started walking kind of fast, but not running away from me. No problem getting to the nearest one and by grabbing it by its neck, it was on the ground and I bit into it's neck artery. As soon as I bit into it, its struggles ceased. Now cows have a lot more blood than people and HAD planned on getting a few pints from it. Figure the owners of this cow could place the blame on space aliens. I'll be godd*mned, talk about a string of bad/good luck. A woman in her 30's shouted at me, wanting to know what I was doing to her one of her cows?! Well, she wasn't bad looking, not that I cared because now there was some REAL FOOD standing not far from me. When I raised up from the cows neck to look at her, my mouth was bloody and we were close enough she could at least see red something on and around my mouth. Yeah, I know...I was a bit sloppy in feeding from this cow, but then I was hungry, okay? Well, that woman didn't know what was going on, but she sure as h*ll didn't like what she was seeing. From behind her back, she pulls out a pistol, points it at me, telling me not to move, then proceeds to pull out her cell phone?! I MOVED and ALL 12 shots from her pistol missed because once again, it was like everything around me was like it was in VERY slow motion, if not actually standing still. Without hesitation, I bit her with no trouble and got a quick pint from her. Now I felt a lot better and once again headed down the road, then took another road with help from the gps with me finally getting to Lubbock. It was at Best Buy I fed again after getting my scanners and laptop, but I paid cash for them and had NO interest in buying the stores warranty on these items. It was there I screwed up in forgetting to buy an internet connection for my lap top. However, I knew many fast food places and even motels offered this service for free. Figured I'd hit a AT&T office of this at the first available opportunity. Anyway, it was no problem following the store clerk into the stock room, then leaving her on top of and behind some boxes. Then another clerk came by, calling out for the clerk I had just fed from. Never pass up an opportunity was my thought, with her also being laid next to the first clerk. Now I was not only full blood feeding wise, went to Walmart for steaks and other food for me and Bright Star, along with a blender.

Now I didn't feed on Bright Star that evening simply because I didn't need to and truth is, didn't want to. You know, building anticipation within myself and also, I wanted her a bit more docile and ready for me to take her. As far as she went, got her to believing she had run away because it was bad for her on her reservation, not that it was. Not that I cared. From Lubbock, headed for Dallas/Ft. Worth where I parked in a Walmart parking lot. This wasn't going to be a problem as there were several other motorhomes and trucks pulling trailers. Had her make supper, not that it was anything fancy. Just Rice A Roni, Hamburger helper, salad and a steak tar tar cocktail for me while she drank instant tea. No way I was going to have those sweet lips have the taste of liquor or the effect it might have on the blood within that ever so sweet body having the taste of liquor in it. So after supper, she'd wash and put away the dishes, then watch some tv shows while I got on the net about the news in Texas. Nothing, but then it hadn't been that long time wise since all of this happened. An hour later, I commanded her to the bedroom, then watched her strip, then get in bed. I played and toyed with her, making her gasp and ready for me, not that I needed any encouragement. But I wanted to tap this keg when I was ready and not just greedily take her. It was during this time I found out that what made her different was her being a virgin. But not for long. A couple of hours of us sleeping together made me feel better. Boy, talk about erotic....that beautiful body laying next to mine, smelling that ever so sweet virgin breath as she breath in and out nestled in my arms.

Traffic was light considering the time of evening it was, so we headed east towards Oklahoma. But soon dawn would be arriving and I knew I'd need some actual sleep, but also wanted to be fed blood wise. I found my answer at Beavers, a topless club in Oklahoma City. It was 2am when I pulled into its parking lot and made sure Bright Star was in a DEEP sleep before entering that establishment. Now I could understand the women working there drinking, though it wasn't hard alcohol. I mean after all, they were getting a cut of every drink some john would buy, along with them stuffing money in their bikini thongs while “dancing”, not that I bothered doing that. After a few mental suggestions to each one of them and I soon had them focusing their attention on me much to the irritation of the other patrons. When I decided on which one I wanted, she offered me a “private lap dance” in one of several small rooms this place had. In there, it wasn't long before she was ready, at which time I took her sexually and blood wise. I left her barely conscious, heading for my motorhome. East of Oklahoma City, stopped at a truck stop for more gas, then a Walmart for some groceries where we spent the rest of the day. Bit by by, Bright Star was turning into a night owl and turning into being a very obedient servant. Soon my lovely, soon. While on the net, wondered how much blood could be safely drained from someone. I mean, people donate blood all the time and it's not like they have gallons to be drained, which would put a damper on those donating said blood. Also, how long did it take a person to generate/replace that drained blood? But then got to thinking about Bright Star and “defiling” her if you will. Why? I had no idea her body would react blood wise after having us having sex. Would her blood change? Figure it would have to since once she was “popped” sex wise, her body would change. And there was also this to think of: I bang her on a regular basis but what are the odds of her eventually getting knocked up? That was LAST thing I wanted as I wanted my cake and eat it too. When I woke up, Bright Star was already up but this time she hadn't gone wandering off but instead, watching tv. Had her make supper for us, with me having my usual steak tar tar cocktail with my meal. Like I mentioned before, I do enjoy food, but it's quite bland compared to my regular “meals”.

Now I was still up blood wise, but thought it might be a good idea to top off the tanks while in the big city. I mean, with so many people in one, a lot more opportunity for better quality food. Thought of strip clubs, with many listings via the net, but I was thinking of something a little “fresher” if you will. Universities came to mind....oh yes, all that young, vibrant lovely flesh. Not only that, they would be in their “pens”. You know, sorority houses and dorms and who knows what I might find wandering the campus. Now days, colleges have security patrols basically 24/7 and I didn't want any of those people rapping on my motorhome simply because I was parked on public street, but within the confines of the college. I don't know what legal right they would have in hassling me doing this, but at this time I didn't want to be on the radar of anyone. I also checked the news about the cop, ranchers wife and cow. Even the cow made the news. Of course, those guys from Texas were REALLY looking me AND Bright Star who was now listed as being kidnapped, along with a photo of her! But you know what? Since having her with me, found it was a lot easier identifying and finding virgins because now I knew what to look for. With it being dark, my speed and being aware of people around me, it was no trouble avoiding the 2 security guards making their rounds. Now I had several opportunities to feed, but I wanted a virgin to make sure she would be different from non-virgin girls/women. If they weren't, I may as well tap Bright Star and after a few days, dump her off at some Greyhound bus depot with a ticket and some money for a trip back to New Mexico and her tribe. This was when I found out that women were different before, during and after sex. It wasn't just the difference in heart beats, but smell. I watched several couples that thought they weren't being seen in the dark, but my vision in the dark had not only changed in being able to see in the dark as long as there was any kind of light, but also when I changed my view, they showed up like people will when a infrared lens is used, but so much better. Then I saw them.....a group of 6 women heading for a building which stated it was an ALL womans sorority! Yum, yum and I could all but hear the dinner bell ringing for me to come inside and do some fine dining.

D*mnit, the 6 of them got inside the building before I could get to them AND the door closed behind them. Of course I tried the door or did you think I was stupid or some-thing? Made sure I wiped my prints from the door handle, then started looking at the building which was made of bricks and had a lot of ivy type vines growing on it. It was no problem jumping straight up to a 2nd story window where I held onto its ledge with no problem, however the d*mn window was closed. Ever try holding onto a ledge with one hand while trying to open a locked window AND raising yourself high enough to see what was in the room. Pain the behind it what it was. And the d*mn room was empty?! What to do, what to do? Last thing I wanted was dropping back to the ground, then positioning myself to be below the next window. Maybe I could swing myself to the next one? So I tried that and overshot it, landing(?) on the bricks between the rooms which were 20 some feet (maybe more) apart. Tried holding onto the spaces between the bricks and I did. But then got another surprise....my nails not only grew about 2 inches in length, they actually dug into the brick! Used my feet to help me upwards and then I'm looking thru that 2nd window. Such a delight for the eyes seeing 2 of those 6 girls undressing, getting ready for bed while talking what a great time they had with the other girls that night. So I'm thinking are they going to yammer the rest of the night....just get into bed will ya? Within a minute or two, they're in bed and then I'm telling them they're falling into a DEEP sleep, doing the same to them that I had been using and practicing on Bright Star. But then there was that d*mn window latch. I knew I could force the window open, but then I'd probably crack and break not only the wood frame, but the glass itself. NOT good. I wanted to be like Santa Clause....to enter a home and leaving it without being detected. I'm staring at that latch thinking open up will you you son of a b*tch while working the windows frame. Then there was a click, with the latch suddenly moving to an open position! D*man near fell off the building being so surprised. NO problem opening the window and just like that I pounced on the first girl with my hand over her mouth. Of course she tried struggling, but to no avail. Her eyes were quite large in fright as she tried. Told her she KNEW what I was going to do to her, but when I was done she'd look forward to future visits from me. I started working on her sexually until her original muffled moans of no, no, no became gasps and she unzips me so I can finish what she THOUGHT I was going to do. During this time I kept my hand over her mouth as I KNEW she could possibly be moaning loud enough to wake her roommate, some-thing I didn't want. Then the time came when her heart was thumping as hard as possible at which time I bit and came inside her. Being a gentleman, I made sure she didn't leave a trace of blood on her pillow or sheet by licking that delicious artery neck area. Now she was in a REALLY deep sleep and didn't seemed bothered by my weight on her, but again, being a gentleman, soon rolled off her. But she had a nice body, so it didn't bother me letting my mouth and hands roam and fondle it. Would you believe it, even though she was in a deep sleep, when I put a hand between her legs, thought I'd have to spread them. Nope....she spread them automatically, giving slow, quite moans as I worked her down there with my hand. Well, after about 15 minutes I thought let's see what contestant number 2 is like. Made sure girl number 1 was tucked in her sheet and blankets as I didn't want the poor girl to catch a cold because I had left the window open.
With my mental and verbal suggestions/commands to the new girl, she was grabbing for me within 30 minutes. A few minutes later, she was REALLY huffing, puffing, whining and groaning and didn't offer any resistance when I turned her head so her neck was wide open for my bite. Since these were ordinary girls, wondered if there were any in this building that were different, not that I was complaining of course. Then I found her...Hilda who was still a virgin at 20 years old in this day and age?! Alright, now I'm goin' to have my first virgin AND I've got Bright Star in the motorhome to tap at a future date. I didn't bother with her roomie who was a bit fat. I mean, I'm looking for QUALITY, not quantity. And Hilda was just like the others and as for her hymen, I was gentle, but once I entered her, I wasn't stopping because I really wanted her both ways. But because her blood was so sweet and tasty, I got a little greedy in that I think I took 3 pints, with me having to force myself off her neck. After a bit of resting and continually feeling the high of her virgin blood, that's when it happened.

Seems fat girl had a boyfriend and when their dorm door opened, I turned and this guy sees the blood on my lips. Well, he didn't hesitate in ATTEMPTING to subdue me, but with my strength and speed, it was no problem throwing him across the room where he landed on fat girl. And I was out the window, but not bothering to shut it as I wanted to be off campus. A few minutes later, back in the motorhome and headed east once again. Of course, nothing was reported by the news media....I mean after all, who's going to believe some vampire was running loose? One thing to believe a man can run really fast or fly thru the air. But a vampire? Good stuff for movies, NO basis in reality, right? Thing is, found out later that it HAD been reported, but the FBI and Homeland Security squashed this news ever getting out. Of course, at the time they were busy checking out other people like that teleporting guy who was making the news via the news media, YouTube, Facebook, etc. Publicity of any kind was something I did NOT want and thing is, I now had millions of dollars to keep it that way. And you know the REALLY rich can keep things private because of their status and money. Look at the Clintons for example. As to those I've gotten “dinner” from, they become completely compliant in telling me EVERYTHING. Secret bank accounts in other countries? I know them, along with account numbers, access codes, etc. Safe deposit boxes? No problem having them emptying them and bringing everything I want. So like a spider in a world wide web over the years, I had feelers world wide. Organized crime? Oh yes, I also fed on men and from them, learned all their secrets with me getting more millions of dollars gained from prostitution, gambling, narcotics, etc. Being careful, made sure I had many safe houses if you will, with money stashed in each of them, world wide. Besides, I got to liking having a international dinner menu.

Three days later, I was back at my apartment and realized now that I was rich, it was a dump and I should have a better place due to my new financial status. Took what few possessions I wanted, leaving the rest. As to my not giving a months notice that I was leaving, with a few mental and verbal “suggestions” to the landlord, I got my two months rent deposit back along with the cleaning fee. I also got a few bucks for the furniture, cookware, etc. that I had purchased after moving into my place from the landlord. I'd worked too hard at Walmart to simply blow that money off. While driving back, thought it would be nice if I had several women to care for my needs. After all, why should I do any cooking or cleaning? With my abilities, that's woman work....along with warming my bed and giving me a bite to eat from time to time. And Michelle would make a fine beginning to my “household staff”, but first decided to grab a quick bite to eat. Now we don't have a regular college in my town, but it did have a community college, along with regular schools. Specifically, a high school. Kids now days....think they're invulnerable and will live forever. Like life is some tv show or game where everything will end up happily ever after or infinite number of lives. Now why a high school? Simply because I figured my odds of getting another virgin would be higher. Well, there was a football game that evening and there I was, in the stands and rooting for “our team” just like everyone else was. Funny thing though...some women and girls would move away from me, though no doubt, they couldn't tell you why, while others got closer. With those no doubt they were thinking I was a “bad boy”, but they couldn't tell you why either. I took 2 virgins that night simply by following them home and after they had gone to bed, no problem getting into their bedroom and bed. In both cases, the girls OPENED their bedroom windows upon my commands. Thing is, I knew I couldn't stay in town feeding like this, so time to give notice at Walmart and of course, Michelle.

What I wanted was a city with a LARGE population where oddities if you will, would be a regular occurrence. So I started checking out different cities that would fit my needs. Now having been there, done that in Las Vegas, this would be a good place which was followed by Los Angeles, specifically the Beverly Hills area. Besides, I'd never slept with or fed on any famous actress. And even though Hugh Hefner was now dead, there'd be a lot of former Playmates and YOUNG and BEAUTIFUL women looking to be “actresses”. You know, the porn industry. And with so many high schools, colleges, community colleges also there.... Talk about a target rich environment, but I also knew I'd want a rotating number of ladies in my new home(s). Use 'em for awhile, then send them on their way. Thing is, in feeding that night, missed taking Michelle because it was her Friday. With a light coat of sun blocker on my face and neck, went to human resources, giving Walmart my notice after cleaning out my locker and turning in my blue vest. Not that it made a difference to her, with her telling me they'd deposit what vacation time I hadn't used in my account. Now normally, you don't get this without giving 2 weeks notice, but with my new ability, she realized there should be exceptions for people like me. During those 2 days of waiting for Michelle to return to work, I and Bright Star were checking out real estate websites in those 2 cities via Craigslist, which was followed by those in New York City, Chicago and San Francisco. I wanted more than a 4 bedroom place, but one with land around it AND basic security such as concrete walls or a HIGH metal fence around it and lots of cameras so I and my future female companions could see what was happening around my property, day or night. Now I didn't think I'd have trouble with cops but like a Boy Scout, I wanted to be prepared. When you think about it, there are NO laws about sucking blood from someone. Using a hypodermic possibly, but rape? NO way. I mean, I already had it down pat in removing ANY and ALL memory of the women I'd already had.

That first night of work was when Michelle came into my possession. Quite simple really, as I had her tell some co-workers she was feeling ill. Not a problem in spotting her as she did her normal restocking and me on the other side of that isle and a few mental commands. Once she was off the clock, she walked out to the parking lot and to my motorhome which was parked at such an angle, the security cameras never saw her getting inside of it. In case you don't know, more than one person will park their motorhome or trailer in Walmarts parking lot, with security not giving anyone any hassle provided they moved along with in 2 days max. Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm...Michelle was DELICIOUS with me taking her twice blood wise and more than that sexually. On the 2nd day, we took off, never having been bothered in any way by Walmart's roaming security. And a missing person report can't be filed for at least 72 hours....or is it at least a week? In any case, we were out of there and soon, far, far away.

Now one problem I had was being the only one with a class A license, which meant I didn't want to take any chances of either of my girls driving and us getting pulled over. That would mean a ticket and of course, court time unless I hired a lawyer to represent me. So first thing to do was get them used to driving it. No driving test needed for a non commercial drivers license in Nevada and so what if it took us a week or two getting to Las Vegas, I was in no rush and of course, not a single peep from the girls. Bright Star was the hardest to train as she not only didn't have a license, she had never driven before. Took a lot of back roads with very little or no traffic so she could learn. Michelle had little difficulty in learning and it was hard for me to stay awake during the day and of course, I needed blood during this time. A lot of high schoolers were bused and with my gps and listings from Facebook and Google, found high schools with no trouble. What I liked was sporting events especially during the evening as the best place and time for hunting. Of course, more than once I'd find 1 or 2 young couples under some stand engaged in their own and what they THOUGHT was their own private sporting event. Now I took few of them mainly they acted as cover for me. Walk among the stand, seeing who I'd want to be dining on that evening, then go under the stand. A couple of commands to those already engaged under it were told they wouldn't hear or see anything under the stand. Then standing right underneath my next meal, order her to leave with the excuse she had to use the bathroom. Not that she went there of course, but to my waiting arms under the stands. I actually had 2 girls at one time several times as the girls sister also decided she had to go. Maybe some kind of mental command slop over? And one never waiting to pass up an extra meal..... And yes, I had sex with both of them along with blood though sometimes I didn't care for the other sister for reasons of my own. Like being a little too young....I mean, 12 years old? I'd either have her return to her parents or have her watch the couple already engaged with each other under the stand. As far as me being caught banging/sucking on these young women, not a chance. After I was done, I would erase her memory of what happened and when she returned home, she was commanded to take a shower or bath, whatever she preferred. So there you have it....a young girl or a woman who just had THE best organism she EVER had, NO memory of what had happened to her and of course, no semen within her body. Which is why I ended up going to condoms for awhile as I worried about them getting knocked up. As we headed west, my controlling of women/girls got stronger and quicker. I ended up taking 2 milfs and 2 cougars with us on our road trip west. Of course, neither Michelle or Bright Start did any complaining about them now being with us. As we made our west, after a couple of days of their companionship, I'd drop one of them off at different Greyhound bus stations, buying a ticket for each woman and giving a hundred bucks to each of 'em in case they got hungry on their way back home. Heck, I even bought a Amtrak ticket for one of them. Then of course, wanting to replenish my supply no problem on our way west, gathered others. I mean, with up to 6 additional women/girls with us, had to resupply food wise at various large chain supermarkets. The last 3 I got them airline tickets to the nearest airport to their town with instructions they were to either call their parents or husbands when they arrived at their destination. Tickets were bought at a travel agency there, with me paying cash and using the name of Benjamin Franklin as that's what I paid their tickets with. Naturally, made sure the clerk wouldn't be thinking anything was unusual about this or even remember the transaction. And to save some money, had the clerk take those 3 to the airport herself. Why pay for a cab when you can get free cab service?

So there we are....me, Bright Star and Michelle, neither whom had ever been to Las Vegas. So with some UV stuff on my face, hat, etc., we became tourists. Now I had them buy some clothes, but decided to splurge a bit more clothing wise. Along with going to a Frederick's of Hollywood. Oh yeah. Parked in a large casino's parking lot that offered RV parking and wanting a little more elbow room so to speak, rented us a suite which cost me $1,000 a night. The clerk had no trouble with me wanting to park my RV in their lot during the duration of my stay. Hitting the crap tables, won a couple of thousand really quick, then gave the girls $100 to play the slots with. Of course, they were excited at winning, though it took me a few minutes to explain why they didn't want to win over $1,200 from any machine. They walked out of there with just short of 4K each and were quite happy with their new found fortunes. We took a cab to a couple of boutiques where they blew a little over half their money. Back to the motorhome, then another casino where they had another string of “luck” on the machines and again, to some different boutiques, but this time only spending about a fourth of their winnings. This was when I gave them the suggestion of buying some nice suitcases to pack their clothes in when they left me. Yeah, eventually I'd get bored with 'em and wanting some new meat with me. Besides, I'd see to it they'd return to their homes with at least 10K which I figured was really nice of me since I hadn't done something like this for the other women I'd taken on our trip.

I'd been in and outside for about 6 hours and was starting to feel it and deciding I needed some sleep time. Gave my girls their instructions, then took a nap of about 7 hours and feeling much better when I woke up. Had the girls order room service, making sure they tipped the server bringing the food while I went out for a quick “snack”. Spent 7 days in that suite, with the girls having a little over 15K each. Now I needed to find a place to call my own. Found a nice “little” place just outside of town, 4 bedrooms and pool. Cost me $1.8 mil, though the owner wanted 3.9. She was selling the place after divorcing her husband and after banging and feeding on her, she was quite agreeable to my price offer. As to this place, remember that movie about a panic room in some apartment? Well, this had a panic basement which also had an escape tunnel out of it. I always thought of it more than a panic room because it had a small kitchen and bathroom with a shower. Oh yes, this would do very nicely though in the end I had the pool enclosed to help protect me from the sun during the day. Nothing like going to town for some fresh meat and take home. As far as they went, the women were unconscious when I took them to the basement, with Bright Star and Michelle taking turns feeding them. I'd have up to 6 of them to take care of my needs, then dump them off thru out parts of Las Vegas. I lived in Las Vegas just short of a year, not that the cops or the womens family had ANY idea of what had happened to these women. I just wanted to live somewhere else and besides, there were all those Playmates, Pets, etc. that I hadn't tried. Before I thought about getting to some new hunting ground, I took Bright Star and oh boy, she was DELICIOUS. Thought of keeping her you know, simply because while she wasn't my first one, we had been together for awhile. But out with the old and in with the new. With suitcases and their money stashed in them, saw them off at the airport where they were going to catch flights home and from there, Greyhound buses. Once they were gone, I took off for Hollywood, Los Angeles. To keep me fed and entertained, picked up three Hooter girls from its hotel/casino. And while they didn't have class A licenses, this was something I wasn't worried about as I had no plans on keeping them that long. So once my motorhome was “stocked” so to speak off we went for California. Now this was at night of course, getting there with no trouble. Well, not for me. As to those gangbangers who THOUGHT they were bad a$$es, it was a different story.
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Heads up...this story should be removed from Kaijafon's Chatter real soon at my request. I was reminded she has kids reading her stories and with me writing about kidnapping, etc. it does NOT go over well and shouldn't be read by kids. She also had a friends kid lured away from home, which is really strange in a way as The Shadow and Aarons next chapter is about them discovering something like this happening.....and the type of people involved. 4's been done and just finished 5. As to his sex life, he's still doing it, but it's not mentioned like it was before.

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The Affected: I love the night life
Chapter 4

It doesn't take long to get from Las Vegas to Los Angeles and I stopped to rest for a bit in San Bernardino. While that city is spread out, it was a kind of nasty, smog filled place and looking quite seedy. People not caring for their homes for example. In any case, I'd parked in the parking lot of a Home Depot. I thought of Walmart or one of the other supermarket chains they have here in the west. But like I said, I was tired and needing a nap as in sleeping in the dark for a few hours. And that, ladies and gentlemen is when gangbangers like to come out looking for opportunities. Unfortunately for them, they found me and my motorhome all alone in that parking lot. The strange thing about my ability (abilities?) is even when I'm sleeping, I'm aware of many things as they occur. Cat walking by, bird flying overhead, even a butterfly bumping into the side of my motorhome. That's how sensitive I am to things around me. First it was the noise of their car, obviously fitted with special mufflers to make it sound more powerful. And I was thinking, PLEASE let the driver shut his engine off, get his stuff from Home Depot and be on his way. Didn't happen. When I heard FOUR car doors slam, wondered if I should check this out or maybe sleep another hour before heading for Los Angeles/Hollywood. I WAS going to sleep another hour, but that went out the door when I heard the door handle to my door rattle and noise being made outside of it. I was dressed in my usual black clothing within seconds and then standing right behind my door. I detected six males, with one of them trying to pick the lock on my door, like maybe he was being super quiet?

Well, since they had interrupted my sleep, figure I may as well grab a snack before hitting the road. One thing NONE of them expected was my door suddenly opening, me reaching out with my left hand and grabbing by the throat, the wanna be locksmith. This was followed by me yanking him inside the motorhome and closing/locking my door. Then I was on him, draining him of blood. To tell the truth, he didn't taste that good as I recognized the taste of grass, something he'd been smoking only an hour or so ago. He didn't let out a peep and when he saw my teeth, he had a look of utter terror, but also anticipation....and wet his pants. His heart went from
thumpthumpthumpthump, etc. to thump, thump, thump, etc., to thump..thump..thump, etc. to thump.....thump....thump, etc. All of this took a minute, but not more than two, it was over that quick. As to those outside, they had NO idea what had just happened to their friend other than one moment he was trying to open the door, now he was gone? That's when I said, your companion just gave me a quick snack and if you don't leave RIGHT NOW, the rest of you will be on my menu. Their response was for me to come out right now with their compadre or else. Not that they said what else meant. The only thing they heard was the click of the door being unlocked and what they THOUGHT was the door moving. Actually, I opened the door and after closing it, ran to stand behind them. Yeah, I moved that fast. Bit the first one and while that was going on, they started making MORE threats. I burped...I mean, I'm sorry but it just couldn't be helped. It happened just as I dropped that guys body to the asphalt. They turned around from hearing me dropping their soon to be dead companions body, then I smiled. Which was NOT pleasant as I had blood all around my mouth, some down my chin and showed some VERY sharp teeth. Guess more than one had seen vampire movies as kids. They all screamed VAMPIRA and took off running away from their car while doing their best to pull out their crosses. Yes, what an oxymoron that situation was. No doubt they'd been in trouble with the law since they were juveniles and NOW they wanted to get religious fever? Well, they TOTALLY forgot about their car and took off across the parking lot with no idea where they wanted to go other than far, far away from me. Now their hearts were really pumping, but I wanted to have a little more action heart wise and had no trouble following them. A couple of them wet their pants when I howled, you know, kind of like a wolf. Who knows....maybe they thought I was a vampire werewolf? In any case, they tried picking up speed, with their hearts doing the same. Let's add to the drama shall we? I ran up to and next to the guy in the rear, but this time I'm running backwards, keeping up with him with NO problem. He could barely make a sound upon seeing me running like this next to him, then I had him. Some of his compadres heard this, one turning around to see what was going on and shouted that Jesus was down. I replied run as fast as you can you little piggies, it won't do you any good. As for Jesus, in less than a minute his heart went from thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump to thump..........thump. Well, you get the idea. Tally ho boys, the games afoot. In maybe seven minutes, they were all down and pretty much dry blood wise. Not wanting to leave a soon to be dead bodies scattered over the parking lot, I carried/ran with them back to their car. Since they would soon have no use for money, jewelry, etc., I relieved them of their soon to be former possessions and with the car key, stuffed them all in the trunk. Kind of hard fitting them all in it, but a few very broken legs and arms did the trick. Once that was done, left town for a truck stop in the Riverside area because frankly I was REALLY full and wanted some sleep.

When I woke up it was somewhere just after noon, but boy did I feel good. Hit the net for realtors with this taking a few hours as I wanted someone familiar selling the higher end properties, specifically Hollywood/Beverley Hills. And a woman realtor, preferably attractive of course. Oh my....I found several of them and not wanting to be discriminating of choosing a young realtor over an older one, I made appointments with six of them, with me meeting each one of them over the course of the next seven days. I explained what I was looking for and realized I couldn't keep driving my motorhome around to look at these places. It wouldn't look right, so time to buy a car. Now I didn't want a Corvette, Lamborghini, etc. as they'd be common in this area. I wanted some-thing a lot different and while checking out dealerships on the net, it was at the Rolls Royce dealership that I found what I wanted. It was a 1933 Rolls Royce, the kind you'd see in the 1930's and 1940's era movies. You know, the one with a chauffeur in front and a roll up window separating the driving compartment from the passenger area along with pull down blinds for said passengers. I wanted my anonymity as once I was being escorted by many of the famous and beautiful, the paparazzi would be out in force. Adding to this was not knowing how long my former “escorts” would forget about our time together. Of course, a charge of rape would never stand up in court as I'd have them confess that they WILLINGLY not only had sex with me, but how much they liked and looked forward to our next “encounter”.

This car simply screamed style and elegance. Just the sort of thing a man of power and money such as I should own and which impressed the h*ll out of the realtors. As far as my motorhome went, I had it stored at a storage lot for such vehicles while I stayed at a VERY fancy hotel. It was there I thought I should also change my style of clothing, so went to Zara where I had six custom suits made along with silk shirts, all in black of course. I even had capes to go with my new look AND a top hat. They were ready two weeks later and you won't believe the difference between custom, hand made clothing vs something from some chain store clothing rack. Of course, my shoes had to change, so hello hand made leather shoes (black again) with silk socks. Oh yeah, I was livin' the dream. As to my original appearance at the hotel, they're used to people being in various kinds of dress. I paid for two weeks in advance as I wasn't sure how long it'd take me to find the place I wanted.

Then there was the night life which actually in many ways was a 24/7 party town just like Las Vegas. However since I was new to town, I had no idea where the hot or “in” spots were. But a conversation with the bell hop and the two desk clerks filled me in, though they seemed surprised I'd never heard of any of them. From them, got the names and addresses of two dozen of these places, along with descriptions of what to expect. Then it was a taxi being called to take me to several of these places each night. I used the same cab driver who was quite happy to be hired for the night, along with getting a big tip at the end of each nights sight seeing. It was also the first time I saw people actually lining up outside of such establishments waiting or even hoping to get in. Waiting in line was something I was NOT going to do. With my abilities, no problem slipping pass the bouncer/doorman. Of course, I was dressed to the nines, getting more than one comment from women looking at me AND seeing me wearing my cape. Oh my, oh my, oh my.....SO many delectable targets to chose from. However upon closer examination of some of them, many had drugs in their bodies, though I didn't know at the time what type. That knowledge came in time and experience. Cocaine and grass was the most common, followed by heroin, crack and PCP. After my first and ONLY drug filled feeding there, I quickly realized how messed up I was from this contaminated blood. I left that establishment and in an alley way, vomited that little bit of blood I'd taken, along with some of what I had taken from those in San Bernardino. After washing my mouth out from the bottle of water the cab driver offered me, went to another place. Much better, with me taking three women for their blood alone. Leaving them in the janitors closet, I returned to my hotel, paying off the cab driver, plus his bonus. Now being a man of style and taste, I toured three homes per day, each day with a different realtor. After finishing touring the third house, I availed myself of that realtor, leaving her tired, but satisfied. After a nap while it was daylight, then it was time for the nightlife.

Unfortunately, more than one individual took exception to my interest in their girlfriends and it didn't matter if they had entered that establishment with a man or woman. While many were straight, there were the lesbian couples, though the paparazzi and news people always reported them as being “just friends”. It amused me to have at least six women dancing with me, while they blew off their boyfriends or having BOTH lesbian couples dancing with me and ever so eager to meet my acquaintance later that evening. Some of which returned with me to my hotel room, though never for more than one stay. Never had fights with their boy/girl friends simply by me telling them that that their companion had left due to not feeling well, a slight spat in which the woman had left, etc. Now it was at the Blue Parrot that I met Hugh Hefner and his entourage of lovely young things and Camille Javal, the previous months Playmate model. Nothing like being able to cross something off on ones bucket list and doing it again and again because it was so pleasant in doing so. Of course I spent some time at his place, though I was a bit disappointed in the interior as it looked a bit run down and so 60's in décor. However, his place had MANY bedrooms.

Having done many home inspections, I finally decided which place I wanted to live in. I wasn't about to pay the asking price of fifteen million dollars. With a little “encouragement” from me to the realtor, this was soon arranged for us to meet the owners wife who also had the authorization to sell the house. A few pleasant hours with the two of them and the price was re-negotiated to just over nine million, along with the realtor dropping her usual ten percent realtor fee to five percent. The sellers husband was QUITE unhappy with the selling price and TRIED making legal trouble for me, but since she had the legal authority to sell it, he was out of luck. They ended up getting a divorce about a year later and she came out of the divorce very well financially since they were both in the movie business. She ended up moving into my new digs for a few months while the divorce was proceeding thru the court. She was quite grateful even though during this time I had other “companions” also living with me. As to my latest acquisition, it had been owned by Erol Flynn and if you check into his history, he was quite sexually active during the peak of his career. Eight bedrooms, one being a master bedroom to begin with, with all the modern conveniences, including a fair size pool and tennis court. What I liked was his having a basement, a rarity for that time period. Of course with so many bedrooms, I had to stock it with delectable meals. Thru the former owners knowledge of her movie studio, I met other women, some of them being well known actresses. Then of course wanting a variety, there were the Penthouse Pets along with some of the women who worked at Disneyland as princesses. As to the sanctity of marriage, that was good for a laugh as I NEVER had ANY married woman refuse me, no matter how famous they were. Since Hollywood was the film capital of the world, many porn movies are also made there. Now the good ones, whether young or old, realized they had to keep themselves in shape, along with no hard drugs that is, if they wanted to continue in their line of endeavor. And it was thru them, that I found myself working again, but this time as a male porn star. But because of my sensitivity to sunlight, all “work” was done at night naturally. Now we know these women faked organisms in their previous movies, but when I was “working”, their orgasms were real and quite vocal. The movies which were all of twenty to thirty minutes long, became quite popular, with me making more money than any other male porn star, but also any female actress. Not that I needed the money, but now I had another variety of “companionship”. And of course, there was my place in Las Vegas with its many available females. For that, I bought an airplane along with finding a qualified female pilot. She was permitted to use my plane for private flights, making money after fuel costs, etc. were deducted. When my plane wasn't available, which was very rare, I simply chartered another plane, then getting that money back at the various casinos. It was during one of my stays there that the federal government (FBI) started getting interested in me along with the Mafia who if you didn't know, still runs more than one casino.

Now one thing my girls knew was that I was NOT to be disturbed during the day because I'm like everyone else, needing time to sleep. So when one of the girls did wake me up, I knew it had to be important. The first two agents that tried questioning me failed. Since I had high walls and a sturdy iron gate, they had to use the intercom at the gate which had cameras not only on it, but on other parts of the wall and house. Those agents were Beverly Louise Neill and Michael Gubitosi who wanted to talk to me about me as my lifestyle had dramatically changed recently from being a stock boy at Walmart to suddenly having so much money. I told them since there's two of you, talk to each other and refused to talk with them any further. That did not make them happy as if I really cared. So I got a lawyer just to cover myself. Not that anything could be proven against me and besides, my bite marks would disappear within a week or so usually. Which is why I always made sure I bit a woman in the same place all the time. I mean, I am a gentlemen and didn't want some poor woman running around with a lot of obvious hickey marks. I mean, she/they would have to consider her/their reputation after I tired of her/them. Now if you're wondering, I didn't partake of the women in my households all that often. No doubt you're wondering why. It was kind of like having food in the freezer or fridge, but you ate out basically all the time.

Well, it was on my third day that I and Linda (my chauffeur) went into Las Vegas to a quick bite and get some spending money for my girls. Yes, I know.....I already was worth millions, but that money was MINE. I figured the casinos wouldn't miss $50,000 or so, especially when it was coming from multiple casinos. We were taking the exit for Circus Circus when the Nevada Highway Patrol hit us with his lights. Had her turn on the flashers so the cop would know we saw him behind us and we pull into some convenience store parking lot. He wants Linda to roll down her window, but I tell her no. She was only to roll it down 1/2 of an inch which doesn't please him as he wants her drivers license, proof of insurance and registration. This was when I got in the act, telling him that I was her employer and this vehicle was mine. He was also NOT happy that my (passenger and interior windows) were VERY darkly tinted. That if he want this problem solved, it was no problem but she was NOT going to roll down her window all the way as we had no way of knowing if he had this virus that was going around and we were NOT going to take ANY chances. Then gave him a mental command to accept this and he'd write down all the info on his pad, then check it out in his patrol car. He did and while he was doing this, here comes THREE of LVPD'S finest, WITH a K-9 unit?! Something was NOT right, especially when the 5 of them, not counting the dog, gathered around my vehicle. I smelled the odor of the FBI. They too wanted Linda to roll down her window which she refused, citing health reasons and telling them the NHP cop had and was checking her paperwork. That's when I partially rolled down my window again, which startled them. Once again, told them that I was her employer and by the way, WHY are you here? With my new found abilities, find that the FBI had requested that I be pulled over for a “routine” traffic stop, but didn't say why other than I was a “person of interest” in a “national security matter”?! Upon hearing this, I had these cops cover up their body cameras as I did NOT want any photos of me or any of my girls even if they were a going to be with me for even a short period of time. Well, come to find out the FBI had also contacted NHP requesting the same thing. Figured the FBI wasn't happy being turned away like they had been and I was being followed. What was better was them wanting photos of myself and my girls, which was the reason for me being pulled over. I figured this out when I saw a plain looking van with a lot of darkened windows. Once the NHP cop came back, saying everything checked out, however, Linda had been reported as a missing person?!

Well, cr*p.....this was NOT something I had expected or had had happen before. How-ever, there was NO law that says a woman couldn't run away with another man even though she was married or accept employment with said man. NONE of the cops liked this turn of events and tried to get her to get out of the car while saying she was being coerced. I put an end to this rather quickly with a few mental and vocal commands, with the cops leaving. However, I forgot one thing...while their body cameras were covered so nothing was being recorded, there was the SOUND of our conversations. I had them leave first, then we did, with us going to a major casino because I wanted one that had a parking garage, along with valet parking. Since I was known there, the valet had no problem with Linda parking the car this time simply because he got his normal $20 tip. And yes, he or some other valet got another $20 when we were ready to leave each time, so they were quite happy upon seeing my vehicle pull up to their establishment. I left my car as soon as we entered the parking garage and simply waited as I figured (correctly) that whoever these FBI people were, they'd want to do more than keep an eye on me such as putting tracking or listening devices on and in my car. So much for the land of the free. After Linda parked the car, I made sure she was seen by those people in the van as she headed for the casino. Maybe 15 minutes after that, out steps a woman with a small bag in her hand and of course, goes to working on my car. She actually put several devices on it before returning to the van. No problem for me to remove them and putting them on different vehicles, then returning to the casinos main entrance where Linda was waiting. While she had a very nice dinner, I had to work on eating mine, not that it was bad or anything, but I was also worried about being on a 100% blood diet if you will. Which made me wonder....if I did, would I be more sensitive to sunlight even using the sun block stuff? One thing I DIDN'T was to become a night only person. Made a few bucks at several casinos and always, I met several ladies for an evenings pleasure, including taking two others home. A week later, they too found themselves back in Las Vegas and boarding a plane for their home states, plus some money for their time. Life was good....until the d*mn FBI showed up again at my residence. Having had enough of this, I checked online for a good attorney, which if you must know, are NOT cheap. That is unless dealing with me, with me making sure I got good rates.

I returned to Hollywood, resuming my nightlife and once again, finding the FBI is snooping into my personal affairs. First I went to Playhouse Hollywood and not finding what I wanted that evening, it was off to Bootsy Bellows, then Academy Nightclub which had such a fine collection of women. It was there I saw 2 women....the same 2 women I'd seen at the previous nightclubs. After noticing them, I started watching them and noticed they WEREN'T drinking...take a sip or two, then they'd go dancing with each other, leaving their drinks behind, but always within eye shot of me. At first I was thinking they wanted me to pick them up, but they had the feeling of a carnivore if that makes any sense. Okay....let's find out more, besides they were attractive and I hadn't fed since leaving home. They were surprised when I basically suddenly appeared between the two of them, but suddenly they found themselves dancing with me and before much time passed, the crowd had given us room so we could really dance. When we got done, the crowd applauded and those two were quite flustered and confused, not knowing or understanding what had come over them or why they felt this way towards me. Too late ladies.....time for me to feed and find out what was going on with them. When my car was brought to the front of the club, the two of them got in back. Thing is, I became aware of THREE men who'd taken an interest in us, as in not that way, but the way the girls HAD been. Nothing pleases a man more when he has not only one woman with roaming hands, but two. Heard one of the men saying he's leaving but for unknown reasons, they're leaving with him....what do we do? The reply was they were possibly adlibbing for unknown reasons, so follow them just in case something goes wrong. That's when I jumped across the street, easily clearing passing traffic, then suddenly upon those two men. They didn't even have time to react before I touched those arteries to their brains and they were unconscious. Wanting them to come from this unexpected confrontation with me much poorer in many ways, I took their weapons, wallets, rings (they were married) and other items I deemed worth of value, including all their clothes with the exception of their underwear. From one of them, I took his camera and of course, it wasn't some cheap brand either. The third man was walking down the sidewalk, towards his car. Another leap, with me right behind him. No problem taking him down, then jumping straight up where I layed him to rest on a canvas shade which was over some business, along with everything he had except his underwear. With my 3 bundles of clothing and items of value, I moved quickly back to Linda and my two next meals, with me telling Linda to head home. Those women were quite happy to see me as I'd only been gone maybe three or four minutes. I also asked them if they were bugged and who were they. They gave me not only their names, but showed me their FBI credentials along with informing me they weren't wired and why they had been following me. And during all of this was their roaming hands upon my body. This was when I changed my mind, having Linda take us to a Motel 6 which was some distance away. As to those 3 radios and their phones, my two new meals were quite happy to toss them out the window as we headed to the Motel 6. Once inside said motel room, I took them sexually and blood wise, with Linda taking many photos of us with the former FBI's digital camera. Of course Linda being aroused by this sexual activity, felt I needed to take proper care of my property. I took her also, with each of the agents taking turns photographing the 4 of us in bed, on the floor, etc. It was around 5am and time for Linda and I to return home with those two agents exhausted, but VERY WELL satisfied and in a deep sleep. I of course, was also well satisfied physically as well as emotionally and no trouble sleeping all day long.

When I woke up that evening, I was in a pleasant mood and unable to decide whether to eat out or remain home since I had more than one woman living with me who'd be more than anxious to please me. That was until one of my girls told me that my realtor had called to say not only had her car stolen, but raped by several men before being dumped near a city park. NOBODY mucks with my property in such a way, along with treating me with such disrespect. My property was told and learned that when such a thing like this happened again, I was to be informed immediately or they'd face consequences they never would of dreamed of in their worse nightmares. They understood. Completely. Called my realtor, who came to my place, where I calmed her down and with gentle mental probing, got a description of those who did this to her. Now to track them down, but how? Oh yes....my lovely FBI agents. Since I knew where they lived, had Carol (Linda was resting from my attentions when we returned home) take me to one of the FBI's agents addresses. No problem entering her place because when she answered my knock on her door, I simply said let me in. She was quite happy and anxious to see me of course, but I said business before pleasure. With her contacts among the local police, she soon had a list of possible suspects, along with their last known addresses. Since she'd helped me, I returned the favor, leaving her in a sexual and slightly blood drained stupor.

Not wanting my vehicle or Linda to be involved any further, had her return home while I called for and waited for a cab to arrive. The cab driver thought I was going get drugs from the neighborhood, but when we were half a mile from the address, I had him pull over. He was concerned and turning around to face me, asked me if I was sure because “it was a rough neighborhood”. I just smiled, telling him that there were more things in this world than Horatio Algier ever thought of....then showed two VERY sharp looking and long teeth. I gave him one hundred dollars because of his concern, along with the thought he was NOT to remember me. He was quite happy and eager to leave me in this “rough neighborhood” while saying a prayer of some kind. Now I was dressed “normally” if you will....my black Stetson, black duster, Levi's, etc. Of course I stuck out because this was basically an all black neighborhood and with me being a young white man..... No problem disappearing simply by jumping to the roof of a near by house and then jumping from roof top to roof top until I landed on the house I wanted. From there, I detected nine heartbeats, seven male, two females, with those two being forced to “entertain” four of those males. No problem dropping to the ground, then walking up to the front door, then knocking on it. Heard one of the males say what the f*ck, then he opened the door, Poor judgment on his part. Grabbing him by the throat, quickly jumped to the roof where I ripped off his pants and underwear with my long nails. At which point I tore off his sexual organs, then tossed him to the ground below. Of course he screamed as he fell, though it wasn't for long because of his MASSIVE blood loss. But it was loud and long enough to gain the attention of his fellow “brothers” who came rushing out, including those 4 being entertained by those two females. At this point, I jumped to the backyard, entered the home and found the two girls who were sobbing and so terrified, they hadn't thought of fleeing. When they saw me (being white), they thought I'd be next, but told them to leave. Now. They asked who was I and I simply said death, then smiled at them so they saw my teeth. They got, leaving thru the back-door, naked. Yeah, they were in that great of a hurry. Now there was a lot of commotion in the front yard and I knew I'd only have a few minutes before cops would arrive with sirens and lights going off and on. More than time enough for me to rip off the other guys sexual organs even though they tried running as fast as they could, even trying to shoot me. I dragged one of the bodies to the front of the house and using one of fingers and blood, I wrote these words: You can run, you can hide, but you will NEVER escape my attention. And below that, I wrote DEATH. Between my dark clothing, it being dark and moving like I could, I was basically invisible to those few who were either watching me doing my thing or coming out to find out what the screaming was all about. Now it was time for me to go as I could hear the sirens and figured I had at least two minutes before they'd arrive here and once again, more than enough time to escape over rooftops of the homes in the area. I flicked my hands so the blood that was on them, came off. Called a cab from two miles away and back home I went where I talked with my realtor, telling her what had happened to those that had harmed her. She was quite happy to spend the night with me. Which got me to thinking about one of my favorite movies: the original Death Wish with Charles Bronson.
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5's done, working on 6.
August 9th....Sorry, forgot to add this photo of the car this guy bought to get around in.

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Thank you for this one, willc453. Sure is nice to see the wrath of a righteous man descending on some of these evil-doers.

[willc453]

Thing is, in his own way he's also an evil doer doing what he's been doing to/with women, along with looking at them as his property and not people. I had added some tidbits about chapter 5, but then decided naah. Working on 6 and once that's done, will post 5. The Shadow story is now around 7 or 8 pages long and got some other ideas to add to it. Once that's done, figure there's enough for 2 more chapters, then going to call it quits as these stories should be in a 7 year time frame, remember? And forgot to post the photo of car this guy bought for his Hollywood place.

[9idrr]

Aug 9, 2020 21:44:08 GMT -6 willc453 said:

Thing is, in his own way he's also an evil doer doing what he's been doing to/with women, along with looking at them as his property and not people.

Hey, just like the rest of us folks, there's some good and some bad in all of us.

[willc453]

The Affected: I Love The Night Life
Chapter 5

Now I never thought of becoming a vigilante like Charles character did, but things happen, not that I cared about this any more. Now with the FBI being interested in me, thought I'd live town for a bit but instead of Las Vegas, thought of San Francisco. I was thinking of getting a place where I'd have a view the fog rolling into the Bay area with the Golden Gate bridge slowly being covered while also enjoying some “fine dining” if you will. Called my pilot who made flight plans to take me there, by passing the normal airport security, along with making reservations at a five star Hilton hotel not far from the San Francisco airport. If there were any federal people showing up at my place, my girls were to tell them I was not at home, they did not know where I was at or when I'd be back. Along with this, they were to call my lawyer should they keep insisting to speak with me or if they had a search warrant. I wanted to cover all bases while I was gone. The flight to San Francisco was uneventful, along with cab trip and me checking into the Hilton with no trouble. After resting for the rest day and part of the evening, it was time for me to get some find out what my possible future city might have to offer in ways of dining and entertainment. I was dressed to the nines as always, which got me looks from more than one woman and man in the lobby as I left to get into the cab which was waiting for me. Now the cab drivers name was David Kotkin who was quite happy to be my personal chauffeur during my stay in his fine looking city. Of course, he was even happier to be making $500 per night for being available from sun down until sun rise or some time after or before that time frame. He knew I wasn't kidding when I paid him a days pay in advance.

So we took off bar hopping, with me hitting The Holy Cow Nightclub and Bar, Origin, the DNA Club and then it was Hot Bachata Nights which was where I found two sisters who were “looking for a good time” and were quite eager to take me home.....for two days. Just before dawn of the third day, called David who picked me up and took me back to my hotel at which time I paid him in full for the rest of the week. No, I didn't have him pick me up at their place either....do I look or act like I'm stupid? With me now doing my thing, who knew what kind of bullsh*t charges cops or the fed might try bringing against me? Caught a city bus, but made sure my face was not visible during my five mile bus trip to what I thought would be a good location for David to pick me up at. However, there were four guys who also thought it would be a good idea to get off the bus at the same time as I. Remember, I was dressed to the nines and picked up their thoughts of “he's gotta have money dressed like that....let's take it, along with anything else of value he has on him”. So I started walking down this deserted street, then looking back behind me, I gave the four of them a worried look, then started walking faster, but not running. I could tell they not only enjoyed my “worried look”, but were anticipating my reaction when they caught up with me. So again, another worried look, walking faster, then I turned down an alleyway, much to their glee. They were quite surprised when they didn't see me in the alleyway and figured I must of ran like h*ll, so of course they started running to catch up with that “rich looking whitey”. They never thought to look up to where I was hanging from the side of one of the buildings ala Spiderman. When I dropped behind them, I called out to them, with them stopping in complete surprise. They were thinking and saying I must of hidden behind one of the dumpsters or garbage cans which is why they hadn't seen me. This was even though they had looked for me as they ran down the alley. Now I had NO interest in feeding at this time mainly because their blood was off, no doubt due to drugs they partook on a regular basis.

Well, a couple of them had pistols, while the others drew BIG knives from behind their backs, with me mentally picking up their street names. This was when their leader tells me there's a tax for me to pay for walking on their street, so start emptying your pockets. I raised my hands, saying how about we come to an agreement.....you give me EVERYTHING you have on you, right here, right now and I let you live. And by the way, you can keep your underwear, because I'm not THAT greedy. They thought this was QUITE funny, with their leader saying game time's over Pillsbury Dough Boy, so let's just skip to the fun time part and started walking quickly towards me with eager anticipation for the look of terror that would soon be on my face. I'm sure more than one person has seen those martial arts, military and assassin movies where one man or woman is behind another and with a quick grabbing of that someones neck, easily snaps their spine, with the now lifeless body falling to the ground. Well, I was still learning how strong I was becoming with my feeding. No problem for me to jump over them and seeing the look of amazement's and disbelief when I did this. Insane Wayne was the first to go, with me literally ripping his head off and boy, blood DOES GUSH OUT when this is done just like in the movies. The other three upon seeing this, took off running down the alley in total fear and terror. Next it was Big Stupid, quickly followed by Fat Rat with just their “leader” trying to make it out of the alley and not caring or looking back to what was happening to his now former gang members. The Sandman (as he called himself) quit running when I suddenly appeared in front of him and he was quite eager to give me all of his possessions, followed quickly with him removing his clothing. I said sorry, but this was a limited time offer and off goes his head. NOW I had a problem.....four heads and four bodies to get rid of as this was a problem I had never anticipated in dealing with. Now remember how I'd left those gangbangers in the trunk of their car in San Bernardino? One thing I DIDN'T want was to start leaving a bunch of bodies willy nilly all over California because what if someone, some how started connecting the dots? However, that problem was quickly solved by the intervention of San Francisco's finest who had been slowly cruising by while suddenly shining her cars spotlight on me in said alley! Any decent cop should have been munching on some doughnuts and drinking coffee somewhere else other than here at this time of the morning.

Oh course, she says YOU! YES, YOU! FREEZE! When that spotlight hit me, I automatically used my cape to cover and shield my eyes from its glare. To distract her, I jumped up and to one side while also throwing The Sandman's former head at her vehicle. Guess I must of used quite a bit of force because it basically shattered into many pieces while also giving the drivers door a VERY BIG dent. This suddenly distracted her from following me with her spotlight as I climbed up the side of the building and onto the roof top. Not wanting to hang around any further as it was getting light, I quickly jumped either from roof top to roof top or to the side of another building to climb and reach the top of that building. Which was a good thing because within two minutes, maybe three, I spotted a light in the sky headed towards my way. But with my hearing, realized it had to be a police helicopter. Time to move to a better location for David to pick me up which he did. It was at this time I paid him for another week in advance, which made him happy and once again, I was in my darkened hotel room in a deep and peaceful sleep.

Now while San Francisco has seen many things, having four peoples heads and parts of their necks ripped from their bodies is NOT one of them. The crime scene was quickly being covered by several news cameras, not that they got to actually see anything camera wise. Later that evening, the police said it was either a vicious gang war that could be starting or even possibly a gang with Satanic roots as something similar had happened to several gang members who'd been found in the trunk of their vehicle in San Bernardino?! This was NOT something I wanted to hear and thought of leaving town, but decided not to as I'd just arrived and hadn't finished checking out the town, along with not even having checked out any of the real estate. As to these former gang members, they were known as Young Threats which was known to scare the h*ll out of the older generation. Of course, their families said “dey was good boys, nebber in trouble, along how it was nothing more dan a racist hate thing because dey was black”. More than one tv station agreed with them until a newspaper got their rap sheets, showing they'd been in trouble with the law starting during their first few years in junior high school. If there was any racist hate thing going on, it was with those four when I was called a Pillsbury Dough Boy. So let's call a spade a spade, no pun intended. So after having some steak tar tar from the hotels restaurant, it was time to check out more bars with David arriving at the front of the hotel shortly after I called him. And if wondering, I did permit him to pick up whatever fares he was dispatched on provided he was ready to transport me to where ever I wanted to go to within thirty minutes. He never failed me by going over that time limit. I remembered what it was like being poor and able to pick up some extra money from time to time. So for the next few days, I checked out the Temple (very fancy) Night Club, Raven Bar, Double Dutch, Cat Club, Audio, The Stud (famous go there), The Great Northern, Bar Fluxus, Monarch, OMG (for gays), Badlands and the Oasis, As far as OMG went, LOTS of lesbians along with men, with me letting the women take me to their home. When I did find someone or someones, I'd tell David he was done for the night until I'd call him. I preferred spending some time with them when I had two of them in bed. But sometimes, I was hungry and while the submissive female was driving, I'd take the dominate one blood wise to make her more submissive at their place for the rest of the night, sometimes for the entire next day, though at night of course. I left them quite content when I left with David picking me up the following day while it was still dark. What I liked about all of this night life was not needing to use sun blocker cream on any part of my body. Now The Stud was the place where many famous (and rich of course) went. I won't mention any names because I'm not that kind of guy, but I made more than one re-acquaintance when I returned to Hollywood from time to time. And from them, others. And you know what true disappointment is? How about finding out that ALL the Playboy clubs had closed some years ago. David was the one who told me this unhappy tidbit of information. With a week passing by so quickly, hired David for an additional week, once again paying him in advance and in cash as it was time for me to find some digs.

Having not thought of bringing my lap top with me, had one of the hotel employees by me the best they could find, with me giving her money up front for this, plus a good time for her effort and time. She was quite happy to do this for free as we'd had a “meeting” if you will upon my third day there. But I insisted and she was very happy with my financial tip and of course..... With the hotels internet connection, I made a list of realtors (female of course), then checking out what they were selling and where. Naturally I chose young and older realtors and with me not knowing how long this might take, paid for two more weeks of stay at the hotel. The one thing I insisted was NOT being disturbed while I was there. Housekeeping would only enter and clean my place when I left the hotel. With me having to go out during the day now, hello sun blocking cream which gave me a kind of an albino look, not that anyone ever said any-thing to me about it. The first realtor was Elizabeth Stamatina Fey who was kind enough to pick me up at my hotel which made sound odd, but considering many of her properties being offered were going for several million dollars or more each.... Seeing these six properties was going to take most of the day, she graciously accepted my offer of buying her lunch at a place she recommended. This was when I found out why she smelled differently....how about she was a vegetarian?! Oh boy, something new for me to try before the day was over. The salad I was served was okay and she seemed pleased that I hadn't ordered any of those toxic, antibiotic filled body killing meat products. But a quick hundred to the waiter, took care of my needs. He had several raw steaks put into a blender so the meat was very, very fine. Then added to a large glass with several ice cubes, with me telling Elizabeth it was organic tomato juice. Naturally she believed me even though she was drinking some kind of carbonated fancy water thing. Then suddenly she had a look of utter and total disgust on her face which made me wonder what I could of possibly done to cause such an effect. Maybe she smelled the blood that was actually in my glass along with realizing those weren't bits of tomato? Then realized she was looking behind me, so I turned to look and couldn't believe my eyes. Yes, I'd seen the one photo awhile back, but didn't realize that it was so common and still being done here. I'm talking about some homeless guy squatting on the sidewalk with his pants around his ankles while taking a sh*t in the street. What then REALLY infuriated me was seeing a cop seeing this and simply turning around as if he didn't see this, he wouldn't have to do anything about it. Decided this situation needed to be rectified asap, so I made sure I got a good look at this piece of humanities offal.

With my change of plans, I ended up having Elizabeth entertain me several times at the property. She didn't mind at all doing it on the floor, against a wall, etc., with me driving her back to her home to rest from her physical exertions and of course, losing a little bit of blood. I mean after all, NEVER turn down a good, quick and organic healthy meal right? I stayed with her until it got dark and I got some rest from the sun. Didn't bother calling David, but caught a city bus and after asking some questions from an employee at the bus turn around area, found which bus I needed to take. Now I'd of taken care of some desolate looking homeless people but for the number of cameras in the area, along with two security guards patrolling it. Took me around twenty minutes to reach the restaurant we'd been eating at, which was now closed. One thing about the homeless in San Francisco is they're EVERYWHERE. One thing I NEVER understood was the amount of cr*p they had. I thought if you were homeless, you'd want to be mobile as possible, but not these people. Tables, chairs, an unaccountable number of grocery carts, medium sized barbeques...even a large janitors mop bucket, etc.? These weren't temporary camps or living quarters, but miniature CITIES! Then there was the shear amount of garbage and you don't want to even think about the used needles and PILES of human feces everywhere and the smell of urine. Yes, while some of these people found themselves homeless thru no fault of their own, but for others, it was by choice due to alcohol and or drugs. These people were not only the dregs of society, but in my opinion, dragged society down several notches with their open contempt of societies rules of decorum, i.e. publicly defecating in front of others. Can you understand my indignation and outrage now and why I did what I did? Thing is, while I fed off others, I was always reminded that they were human....but not these things. Which was why I felt no guilt, pity or remorse for what I did to them.

There were twenty-eight of them (total) living on the sidewalk, under an overpass which meant if people needed to get by them, they would have to walk on the street, something which obviously not safe. And I could hear the different heart beats such as those in a drug induced coma vs the others who had either fallen into an alcoholic slumber or those that were doing their best to do the same. Those were the first to go as I wanted no witnesses if possible. As it was, it took those people about a minute to realize that Joe, Bob, etc. suddenly had no head and by the time they realized this, it was too late for them. As to those in their tents and tarps, many were too drugged out to even understand what I had done to them which may have been a blessing for them. Not that I cared. I didn't even have to enter their hovels, but simply opened one, reached inside to quickly jerk one outside, then snap its neck. In maybe ten minutes, all were dead, but now to cover my trail of carnage. From a corner convenience store, I mentally commanded the clerk to get me a two gallon gas can, then after it was filled with gas from one of the pumps, it was delivered to me along with a lighter. Of course the clerk was given fifty dollars for her trouble which more than covered the cost of the can and gas. I then simply stacked the bodies of those who had been out in the open inside the tents of the other dead homeless. After sprinkling gas over these tents, set the gas on fire with me leaving to watch my handy work from a safe distance and to find out how long it would take before any cops or fire department people responded. In this case, it was from a sidewalk about half a block from that location. Seven minutes later, here came a cop who of course called it in. This was quickly followed by other cops sealing off both lanes of traffic under the over pass and then about ten minutes later, here comes the fire department. It took awhile for the fire to be put out and they had more cops show up to close the over pass lanes. About thirty minutes after the first cops arrival, the news people showed up with their cameras. Well, I'd had enough for this bit of entertainment and I was getting hungry. Now I wasn't all dressed up, but wearing dark clothing along with my dark duster and hat, so I wasn't worried about being identified in any way. So for about an hour I had not only had some enjoyable entertainment, but felt I had improved society in my own small way. Taking the city bus a few blocks away, I returned to my hotel room to take a shower and be properly attired for tonight's hunt and feeding.

Returning to those establishments previously mentioned earlier, I found THREE women who were quite happy to take me back to one of the women's residence. So David got the rest of the night off and with three eager women, I and they, were quite satisfied with each other for the rest of the night. I'd of tarried with them for several days, but I had another realtor appointment the next day and believe me, I was kind of dragging from being up all night, feeding, then having to look at three properties that I had to view. I was so tired and full that I didn't feed off that realtor though I knew she wanted me. I watched the news out of curiosity, finding out this was a “tragic and needless accident having happened”. Why? Seems one of the homeless had gotten careless with a cigarette and when his possessions started on fire, he had several small bottles of propane in it, which exploded causing the other dwellings to have caught fire. At least that's what the cops and firemen were reporting to the news people, with the cops not saying a word about some of the homeless having their heads gone from their bodies.

Now the Bay area is a LARGE area, not just filled with yummy meals at expensive or exclusive bars and restaurants, but other establishments, including the streets. I decided that with my interest in new extra curricular activities, I'd only spend up to four hours a day looking at various properties so I'd have time to actually rest. Of course, I “dined” on those realtors to make them more compliant and in doing so, they didn't complain how little time I actually spent with them. This also gave me more time to observe the homeless, their dwellings camps, which there were many. Other times I'd have David just drive me around town so I'd observe larger parts of town. One day I happened to wake up early which was a bit unusual for me as I do enjoy my sleep. So with the sun going down and sun block on just in case, I decided to take a stroll in the neighborhood of the hotel, something I hadn't done before. That's when I heard a woman screaming someone had stolen her purse, with me seeing a young man on a bicycle furiously pedaling away from the scene of his crime. Again with my speed, everyone seemed to have slowed down to a crawl including him, so it was no problem catching up to him. And while doing so, thought I'd try something different. I simply swiped the back of his neck with my VERY long nails which cut thru his spinal cord and part of his neck with ease. I was across and down the street a little bit before his soon to be lifeless body and bicycle hit the street which was then driven over by a city bus. At least he didn't suffer from blood loss, right? What REALLY got everyones attention to begin with was the amount of blood which sprayed everywhere for those few seconds, including on them, part of the building he'd been passing and of course, even more on the city sidewalk and the street not to mention some of which sprayed on the bus. After the first shock of this happening, people quickly pulled out their phones to take videos. The bad part about all of this was some people (tourists) had been video taping the street to show the folks back home. What was seen was a blur of something dark that was only shown for several sections suddenly appearing beside the now former purse snatcher, his head becoming barely attached to his neck, with the something dark suddenly disappearing just as quickly. Now some of the people on the sidewalk TRIED saying something black had attack the former purse thief, but were quickly shut down because that was racist. Why? Because everyone “knows” black people aren't racists, killers, etc. As far as the former purse thief, he was white if that makes any difference. Now during my couple of weeks there, I had a lot of fine dining and made it a better place to live for others. A very effective (but unpaid) social worker if you will. Many homeless suddenly took the offer by the city for a free, one way Greyhound bus ticket to the choice of their destination. Many made the mistake of going to Los Angeles, even if it meant leaving ninety percent of their possessions behind. As to gang activities, much of it stopped when it started getting dark, along with drug dealers as both sets of people didn't want to chance losing their heads literally. Oh yes, the news media was going crazy with people all over the Bay area having their necks snapped, heads ripped off or handing by shreds of flesh to their necks or then number of homeless who suddenly had their encampments catch on fire, with major lost of lives. Thing is, no one could prove that all this carnage was done by racists.......whites of course. This was because I was indiscriminate to whom I killed. Black, white....they were all the same to me. Dregs of society, with society being much better off without them. During my stay, I rid society of one hundred and eighty-seven people and believe me, the media went wild. Not just because of me while I was there, there was that guy who was robbing banks in the dead of night with no one at the time able to figure out how he got in or out of the vaults without being seen, along with no fingerprints left behind either. Not having found a place that really would suit my needs, I returned to my place in Hollywood where my girls were quite EAGER to greet me. There went three days, however it was also time to get new stock in my abode. Each girl was given a $10,000 debit card, which I got from my bank with no trouble. Of course, they had several suitcases filled with goodies that I'd bought them during their stay with me. I even drove them to the airport to show them how much I cared for them. They did a lot of crying, but when I said it was time to go, they left. Oh yes, I got more than one stare from people, along with hearing more than one comment. The men were envious of seeing such a vehicle, but knowing they'd never have one like it. As for the women, while they admired my car, their thoughts were quite deep in the gutter when it came to looking at me. Now one thing I quickly learned was when a woman had fake t*ts. How? I could tell the difference in their body temperatures which was lacking in parts of their the t*ts. Not that I minded, but so much for truth in advertising by women when it came to women advertising their wares so to speak.

Now with me no longer having a chauffeur for a little bit, thought I'd change my m.o., meaning how I did things when going out for a bite to eat and pleasure. I left my car in the garage, then took my motorhome which started right up because that was one thing I insisted that the girls check twice a week. When I wanted to go somewhere in it, I wanted to be able to GO. Now I could of hired a cab driver like I'd done in San Francisco, but I was thinking more of trying a meal on wheels type of thing. But in any case, this didn't work out for long due to several gang members who took an interest in it. Now during my first three days of hunting for replacements, I visited the Hard Rock Cafe, No Vacancy, Good Times at Davey Wayne's, Lucky Strike Live, Black Rabbit Rose, Boardner's, Piano Bar, and the Power House, all of which were in the L.A. Area. I'd park a block or two from these places, then check out that nights selections. Once I found one, she was quite willing to walk down some darkened sidewalk with a total stranger and into his motorhome. With me wanting to make sure I didn't run low on blood, I'd usually have two women with me inside of my motorhome. Before the sun rose, I'd wake them up where they'd find a cab ready to take them home if need be or escort them to their cars. It was on the fourth night that they ran into trouble....they being members of what they called the Montana Cartel which wasn't really that original because it was in reference to the organized crime syndicate run by Tony Montana (Al Pacino) from the movie Scarface. Now I was aware of the eight of them simply because I'd seen then on the other side of the street coming to a stop while I parked my motor-home....then heard their heartbeats going faster when I started leaving it. Being fashionably dressed as I was, they too thought I should pay a protection “fee”. I said that's great....how much are you guys going to pay ME?! They thought this was VERY funny and then guns and knives came out, along with now we're going to take EVERYTHING on you, along with that fancy motorhome which will make us a grand place for our girls to take care of us. NOW fork everything over gringo! Once again I was being deluged with racial slurs. So, I looked to my left and then right, then asked them if they REALLY wanted to go down this road which caused them to really start laughing....until I suddenly jumped over ALL their heads with ease. That's when their leader said this isn't natural......shoot and stab heem. Too late once again because I jumped again, but this time I used the edge of my hands to snap their necks.

Great....now I had EIGHT bodies to get rid of. The good news was at least this time there weren't any roaming cops to just happen by. First thing to do was to was get these bodies out of sight because there was occasional cars going by, no doubt to the bar I had planned on visiting. Pain in the b*tt to carry them one by one up the side of a building, where I'd leave it so I could get the next one. Then got to thinking.....it would be a lot easier if they were discovered having committed suicide, along with me wondering if the human body could be used as a frisbee and how far I could actually toss one. Since they were dead, they had no further use of their earthly possessions, so I took their wallets along with what jewelry they had, most of which was fake bullsh*t. Well, the first two bodies I practiced on tossing I had problems with, but yes, a body will spin like a frisbee with enough force behind it. The problem was I hadn't aimed the bodies down the street and ended up tossing them thru a window of a five story tall building across the street, with a body going into its own window/office. Be as that may be, I was having fun with this new skill of mine. Only problem I had was waiting to make sure there was no traffic coming down the street. Then figured since there's two busted windows with dead bodies inside those offices, what's six more? Unfortunately, I missed two of the windows and they went splat against the building, then falling and sliding to the sidewalk below. As to what those gang members previously owned, came ahead with just over three hundred dollars in cash and as for their jewelry (necklaces, watches, earrings and rings), it was fake except for one gold necklace. Found this out by taking it to a pawn shop whom I made sure asked NO questions. That piece got me a little over two hundred dollars though I knew it was worth a little over three hundred. Figured the owner had to make a living which is why I left him all that worthless cr*p to sell for whatever he could get.

So I ended up going back to finding a cab driver, but I didn't want any ol' cab driver, but one who KNEW the city and its hot spots at night in Los Angeles and Hollywood whom I found upon my third cab driver. His name was Charles Buchinski, who was quite happy to gain temporary employment just like the driver I'd had in San Francisco. So off we went once again, with us going to the Bar Covell (L.A.), Boulevard3 (L.A.), Next Door Lounge (L.A.), Playhouse (L.A.), Blue Palms Brewhouse (L.A.), El Floridita (L.A.), Bar Lubitsch (Hollywood), A Simple Bar (Hollywood), Molly Malone's Irish Pub (Hollywood), Little Bar (Hollywood), Tabula Rasa Bar (Hollywood), The Bronson Bar (Hollywood), Bar 20 (Hollywood), Jay's Bar (Hollywood). Naturally I did a lot of take out, with Charles taking off for the rest of the night with the option of him still working as a cab driver when I told him I didn't need his services. More than once he'd shake his head at how quick I'd find someone or several someones. However, I eventually did find two women. They were Amanda Lee Rogers and Caryn Johnson, but naturally they weren't alone in said establishment. Their boyfriends were NOT happy not only was I hitting on their girlfriends, but their girlfriends were quite eager to leave with me. This was also my first encounter with members of ORGANIZED crime, i.e. the Mafia. They both stood up, saying do you know who you're messing with? I POLITELY informed the man that for proper English, he should of used the word whom instead of who. That did not go over well, especially when the girls laughed. They quickly grabbed me “forcing” my arms behind my back, saying let's take this outside with the girls starting to make a scene until I told them I'd be right back and wait for my return. This was when we went thru the kitchen area with NO ONE looking at this odd sight as it happened. Then it was they introduced themselves as Kazuo “The Bear” Taoka and Tony “Big Tuna” Accardo at which point I asked does that mean one of them liked hunting, while the other liked to fish? They did not see the humor in my question and pulled up even harder on my arms. Then with one arm free, The Bear said try laughing this off funny man, with both of them slugging me in the stomach! Which I could BARELY feel, but wanting to keep things going for a little bit, I gasped and tried bending over like I was really hurt. They yank me up, laughing while doing this and that's when Big Tuna said we're now going to teach you a lesson in WHY people don't mess with the mob and ESPECIALLY their girlfriends. Did my best to sound really scared and kind of squeaked out....the mob.....you mean THE MAFIA? Oh boy, did they have a good laugh at my question and the way I came out with it. I said that's great.....because I don't feel bad at all in feeding and turning you, with me looking at The Bear, but showing my set of very wicked looking teeth. With no problem, I grabbed each of them by an arm, then slammed them together in front of me. They didn't even have time to react and I was quickly on them, draining them of some blood. Once I was done with that, they were told they were to be happy to be so honored that I not only took an interest in their girlfriends, but they'd be quite happy to introduce me to their “business” associates. The three of us walked back into the bar/restaurant via the kitchen and there were some amazed looks by the kitchen personnel when we did this. Then both of them told their former girlfriends that they were to treat me right and not only actually shaking my hand just before we left, but Big Tuna giving Amanda the keys to his Mercedes. So there we were, the 3 ready to enjoy each others company at what I THOUGHT was going to be at Amanda's place. But as soon as I saw the décor, realized it was his place. Not wanting to be disturbed, had her call him, telling he could return when she called him later on. Spent two days with them.

So there I was enjoying myself, but had to get back to my place because I had two women who needed to be trained to my standards.
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Here's 5, so 6 may be down the road a bit. And yes, the FBI and Homeland Security will be getting involved in this guys life and looking at having him meet The Flash (aka The Speedster), maybe even Superman (aka Hercules).

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Any and every chapter you give us is greatly appreciated. Our boy ain't necessarily a hero, but there're some things about him I like.

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The Affected: I Love The Nightlife
Chapter 6

After locking up my place in Hollywood, went to take a quick flight to Las Vegas. However, that did NOT happen. My pilot had gone to pre-flight the plane and as she was walking out to it, some yo-yo in a refueling truck clips the corner of my wing?! Boy, was she mad as she saw it happen. Now there was no way I was going to charter another plane, because I felt the airport should bear the cost of this since this accident occurred on its property, by one of its employees. No was their answer and with that, decided two things: I'd drive my motorhome to Las Vegas as it had been awhile since I've really taken it for a spin while also looking for another lawyer at another time. And after that, I'd deal with those airport employees....personally. After checking everything out on the motorhome, off I went. Now my gps showed it was around 280 miles and once I got clear of Palm Springs, the road was basically wide open with very little traffic. This was because I was leaving in the late afternoon. Only problem was dealing with traffic between Hollywood and San Bernardino. After I cleared that city, things opened up.

So there I am minding my own business and of course, doing the posted speed limit. I was cruisin' at 65mph when I heard, then saw them in my mirror: a bunch of bikers. But as soon as I saw them, I knew they weren't your family type of bikers out on some ride, somewhere. How about eight Hell's Angels on their motorcycles, with some rough looking women sitting behind the drivers? And they certainly did SMELL as they passed me. Well I thought, their lack of sanitary habits was of no concern to me, but then they upped the ante. They thought it would be “fun” to zoom around me on all four sides, with those two in front slowing down. From their thoughts, they thought they'd have fun with “this straight dude in his cage”...it didn't work out that way for them. I slowed down by tapping the gas pedal so I was no longer on cruise control, then those women riding behind their men on my right and left (meaning two were in the break down lane) pulled out lengths of heavy looking chain and twirling them. I picked up their thoughts where they (as a group) had done this before to others in their cars. Being on bikes, they'd be hard to identify once they decided to leave. It was when my motorhome was hit twice by their chains my attitude changed. The worse for them. Guess what sweethearts? Dead bodies are EASY to identify. They simply didn't expect me to floor it and with the two bikers and their b*tches (or whatever the women are called) suddenly finding themselves being run over first by my steer tires, then the rear ones. Now I'll be honest, I lost control of my motorhome for a bit, but it worked out well for me as I ended up sideswiping those in the breakdown lane and one of two bikes on my left. This left three on their bikes and doing their best to avoid running over their former companions and bikes. I was also lucky in that I didn't blow a tire, so I kept going for a bit, then pulled over. Looking around me, saw there was NO traffic coming in either direction. One thing those five people didn't expect was suddenly seeing me standing before them while they were trying to give aid to their companions. Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap....now they were dead, quickly followed by the others. One of the riders had gloves which fit me and after quickly removing them of anything valuable, tossed the bodies about a hundred feet away where there was a gully. In searching their saddle bags, found drugs, along with some guns and gold jewelry, with me keeping the jewelry. Thought I'd have trouble with the bikes, like pushing them across the sand and dirt, but surprisingly, they too got tossed but this time, more or less on the dead. This took about twenty minutes, then saw some headlights headed my way, but there was motorcycle debris still in the road, so I quickly moved to toss it to the side of the road. What surprised me was a truck driver actually pulling over to the breakdown lane and stopping in front of my motorhome with him then asking me if I was okay. I explained there had been some sort of accident involving a motorcycle which was why my motorhome had taken some damage. I had been busy getting it off the road when he pulled over so that others might not be involved a more fatal accident.

Then ANOTHER problem arose.....with the bikes being hot from being ridden, when I tossed those bikes, one or more must of split the gas tanks when they landed. Leaking gasoline and a hot motorcycle engine equals fire, followed by MULTIPLE explosions! I told and gave him a command that he needed to check this out while I called 911. He took off running for the fires and after loading my new found loot, headed down the road. But then remembered talking to a truck driver one time when he was making a delivery at my Walmart store. How about some companies put video cameras in the cab for several reasons. Such as checking a driver while he's going down the road, in case he or she is involved in an accident. Apparently, more than one driver will have someone suddenly hit their brakes, with that person saying they'd been rear ended and was going to sue the company and/or the driver. So I pulled in front of the drivers rig and looked inside......yeah, he had one of those which meant my motorhome and I had been recorded along with that motorcycle debris! I took it, but I did leave him five hundred dollars which I figured would more than cover the cost of replacing it. And down the road I go again, but found that I had a front end shimmy, so pulled over once again to see if I could see what was wrong. Not that I could repair it, but at least I could tell the repair guy what I'd found or if I'd need to be towed some where for repairs. How about an arm (from elbow on down) under the left front side and a some kind of squashed Nazi helmet on the right rear side? No problem with me lifting the motorhome a little bit with one arm and with my other hand, simply pull these items out and tossing them far away from the road. When I got inside to drive again, realized I still had those gloves on, which I simply tossed in the sink. So everything that I had touched, DIDN'T have my fingerprints on them.

Not wanting to continue driving my motorhome being in the condition it was, pulled over in Mesquite, Nevada where I got a room at the CasaBlanca Hotel/Casino as it was starting to get late for me. I was still good food wise, but ordered a couple of steak tar tars delivered to my room. Checked the phone book provided and found a semi-truck dealership that said they could look at my motorhome and after getting directions, drove it to them. Cost me a little over three thousand dollars, mainly it was replacing two steer tires which had gouges on them, along with three of my drive tires for the same reason, two airbags on the back of the motorhome and one shock in the front. During that time of waiting for repairs to be done, made a few bucks on the poker and dice tables, which more than covered the cost of my repairs. Hitting a few other casinos in the area, made a little over one hundred thousand dollars....tax free of course. I was there for almost three days because they had to order some parts.

Now as part of my “loot” from those former Hell's Angels and women, I took their jackets as mementos. Figured why not. Their jackets are called colors for some reason and when you take one, the Hell's Angels club members will come looking for you. Not that I knew this at the time or what had happened to their people news wise later on. And man, did their jackets SMELL. Apparently when you get your colors, all the male club members will urinate on it before giving it to you. Whether that person washes them-selves or their colors afterwards; I don't know, but knowing their unsanitary body habits, probably not. So I had one of my girls wash 'em.....THREE times before the urine smell was gone. And also, found out women VERY rarely wear colors. Anyway, I get home and was warmly greeted by my girls with me greeting them back. Spent a few days finding out what had been happening, with me being chauffeured around town when I was hungry and as always, making money.

So there you have it....months of me riding high on a tornado of a life changing experience. More money than I could ever spend, sex with any woman, any time, any place or any way I wanted it to happen, along with two really nice homes, and two fancy cars that I owned outright. Adding to all of this, dealing with worthless gangbangers and the homeless, while making society better place. Not that I got any credit for this. Life was GOOD. Then it started raining on my one man parade. It was when the FBI AND Homeland Security starting to take an interest in me. And let's not forget those cops......
you know, those from that state where I broke that cops arm, etc. Thing is, found out that after some time had passed and me not partaking of them so to speak, women started remembering what had happened to them. Fortunately, they only had vague memories and as for any kind of description, the best the could do was I was SO handsome, dominating and of course, VERY, VERY VIRILE. Well, I'd just come home and had just been asleep for a couple of hours when one of my girls tell me that the FBI is DEMANDING entrance to my place as they have a search warrant?! The problem was partaking of those two FBI women not long ago, along with dealing with those that had been watching them and me. I quickly called my lawyer who said she'd be right out, but this was going to take about an hour which is a VERY long time when cops got a warrant to search your property. What was funny was I was going to be charged with raping those two FBI agents and doing what they called bodily harm. You know, that set of bite marks I'd given them. I got arrested before the lawyer got there and of course, the girls wouldn't say anything until they had a lawyer present. My motorhome and car were towed away so the feds could “look for evidence”. As to my Hell's Angel jackets, they were in my private bedroom, i.e., the panic room which the cops never discovered. Morons. Now with LVPD being involved, they had brought out a couple of K-9 units which they thought they'd use to find drugs. Didn't happen. I saw them being brought of the cop cars and thought I'd mentally command them to be afraid of me, but thought I'd try something different: make them EXTREMELY affectionate towards me. Now I'd never tried this with any animal, but nothing ventured, nothing gained right? The dogs were doing their best to get to me, whining and REALLY trying to get to me. In fact, both of them broke free of their handlers and came RUNNING over to me to put their paws on my chest while his tail wagged furiously. Told them they were good dogs and I actually caught some of their thoughts which really surprised me. They wanted to stay with me, as in living with me! The dog handlers were shocked and ended up putting the dogs back in the cars with some difficulty, while the two FBI agents looked on in disgust. It was at this time I thought it would be good to have a good, couple of guard dogs at my places. Especially since they'd already be trained.

I was taken to the new FBI building which is on Lake Meade, near the MLK boulevard and processed, where I was SUPPOSE to be fingerprinted and photographed. It didn't happen. I whispered and mentally commanded the woman doing the fingerprints that she was to delete them from the computer system just after she took them and was to forget she'd done this. The same with the man taking my photo with a digital camera. Last thing I wanted was to start being in the governments computer system in any way or any form. Besides, I hadn't raped any woman....they were EAGER, WILLING and basically panting in sexual heat for me to take them. I was allowed one phone call which I made to my lawyer who said she'd be over asap to find out what I'd been charged with and about arranging to see a judge for bail. Of course, then there was the problem when she arrived with me NOT being in the system in any way. This was something I hadn't thought about ahead of time, so okay, I made a mistake. Now having never been in jail before, it was a new experience for me. My personal property was taken such as my wallet, watch, etc., along with my shoes as if some how I was going to commit suicide with my shoe laces? There was some excitement when my money was counted, not only in my wallet, but in my money belt where I had just short of twenty-thousand dollars. Oh, I must be a drug dealer naturally was their thoughts. Shortly after that was done, my fine clothing was taken away, with me now wearing an orange jump suit which did NOT fit well, along with those crappy disposable slippers.

Now some may ask why didn't I tell those cops and FBI people to take a hike when they were at my place to begin with? I DID! Or should I say I TRIED. However, this was when I found out there was a limit to the number of people I could command and control at one time. So there couldn't be no commanding a basketball stadium of people to do my will for example. What my control limit of people is none of your d*mn business, schmucks. I also thought of commanding the man and woman to let me go, but there was still the problem of that warrant and my arrest, so that information was somewhere in some government computer files.

Now I was wondering if I'd get some sort of Bubba kind of cell mate, not that this happened. However, the FBI wanted to “ask me a few questions” before carting me off to my cell. You know, the good cop, bad cop routine and how if I confessed to every-thing right now, it would make things much easier on me. This went on for about thirty minutes and during this time, I was well aware of others (agents or not) watching and listening to my “interrogation” behind the glass “mirror”. There were four of them and no problem I found out in having one of them shut off the camera, along with him and the other three not to remember him doing this. Let them believe everything was still being recorded. The “interrogation” lasted another fifteen minutes or so and then I was taken to my cell (no Bubba roomie either). The two agents thought it was quite funny when I asked when breakfast was going to be served and could I see the menu before-hand. I was in that cell just over three hours as my lawyer had been busy dealing with the FBI searching my place and much to their disgust, she and my girls video taped the search of my domicile as the lawyer told them she didn't trust them not to plant “evidence”. I told her that I hadn't said anything per her instructions and she was a great lawyer and so glad we'd made our acquaintance. She about came in her panties at all of this and of course, quite eager to....well, you know. Now since it was daylight, I could feel the difference and told her I had sun sensitive skin and would need my sun blocker if I was going to be outside in the sun for any length of time. Otherwise, it should be considered cruel and inhuman punishment. She went to deal with the FBI in this matter and about four hours later, breakfast was served.....no option of a pick and chose menu naturally and I was NOT impressed with said menu. ONE scrambled egg, some sorry looking oatmeal with NO sugar or cinnamon provided, a banana and a cup of WARM milk. I said this was intolerable, with me getting three more scrambled eggs, four cups of tea, six packets of sugar, several salt and pepper packets from those serving these meals. All this extra food came from the last couple of prisoners that were to be fed and as to what happened when they found they got no eggs, etc., didn't care.

Two hours later, I'm escorted out of my cell and in a room, meet my lawyer who tells me we're going before a judge to have bail set if possible. I tell her about the FBI trying to get me to confess and how about getting a copy of this video as I had asked repeatedly for legal representation which they ignored. She got mad, saying she'd get a copy of it and meet me at the courthouse. And yes, I did get my sun block with my lawyer doing this for me while being watched by two FBI agents. Back into those handcuffs and from there, to another room where I was shackled with thirteen other prisoners like we were going to do a recreate a scene from the movie Cool Hand Luke. Having no idea how things went when being charged with a crime, it was a bit of an eye opener for me. So many people doing things which did NOT make society a better place. Such as major drug dealers, coyotes, child porn distributors, etc. As far as coyotes, these are people who would bring into the U.S. illegal aliens for a VERY hefty fee of one thousand dollars each. They'd brought fifteen people in who ended up dying from the Arizona desert heat, but one had survived. It was a 9 year old girl who told the border patrol agents what had happened, with those two being caught when they made another trip with a group of illegal aliens. Now I'll be the first to admit I wasn't any sterling angel, but I sure as h*ll wasn't in their scumbag league. More about them in a bit.

It ended up with me sitting and waiting in that holding tank(?) before my lawyer showed up and she looked quite happy. Then we were brought before the judge, with me still in my orange jumper. The federal prosecutor was telling the judge what a threat I was to society considering the multiple charges of physical and sexual assault being brought against me and that no bail should be given considering my wealth. Decided to see what my lawyer was going to do before I did anything and boy, was she good....with a little unknowing help from me. She brought up the fact that I didn't have a passport, so how was I to leave the country, much less make it into Canada or Mexico undetected? That so far, all the charges against me have been nothing more than hearsay, INCLUDING those made by those two female FBI agents. Adding to this was the fact that the prosecution had not been able to get even one description of their assailant OR his name. Next was how I had been horribly and ruthlessly interrogated by the FBI while being denied of due process which was not having an attorney present even though her client (me) had repeatedly asked for one. And the reason she was late for this hearing was finding out that the FBI had stopped recording while her client was being interrogated. That she had gotten a copy of this interrogation, but it only shows ten minutes of it, while the FBI's documentation shows he was being interrogated for thirty plus minutes. The prosecuting attorney looked kind of sick hearing this last bit of information. That's when I looked at the judge (a man) and softly said under my breath and by mental command that not only would bail NOT be required, but due to the ineptitude of the FBI in this matter, ALL charges were to be dropped immediately! Asked my lawyer about my motorhome and car, with again some urging from me to the judge, these items would be returned to my domicile within the next eight hours at the expense of the FBI. And should I find them damaged or stained in any way, I had the right to sue the FBI in this matter. The prosecutor looked even sicker when the judge called him to stand before him for a few minutes of a private chat....which I heard with no trouble at all. Of course, I had a big smile on my face when he turned around and walked towards us. I still had to go thru the process of being out processed at the jail, which meant another bus ride, getting and signing for my clothes, etc. but when that was done, my lawyer was ready to take me home. I made sure I SLOWLY counted all of my money, then put it in my money belt and wallet. Once we got home, my lawyer was “paid” in a way she was quite happy with.

My motorhome and car were returned, however, there was a lot of dust inside the motorhome due to the FBI dusting for prints. Lawyer called the FBI the next morning and it took a few hours, but had a professional cleaner come out to take care of that. The FBI got hit with the bill of one hundred, seventy-five dollars. Now I couldn't remember all the names and addresses of those I'd had a “relationship” with because obviously this was something I hadn't considered when all of this was starting and continued happening. However, there were those two female FBI agents and thought this would be a good time for us to reacquaint our relationships, among other things. Other things such as finding out to become a FBI agent, you need to be a lawyer. Now this was something interesting to consider, because it would be a good idea to have something more than just cameras on my homes as security. So, how many women were in the FBI, not only in Las Vegas, but the Los Angeles area? My, my my....seems there were quite a few. And when I thought about it, I didn't want to stretch myself too thin security wise by only having two per property, so figured four would be better. Not only that, they would not have any trouble carrying a concealed firearm, but also cook and clean. Not that they would be my only source of food and entertainment you understand. And let's not forget regular policewomen, after all, I didn't want anyone to think I was prejudiced any particular part of law enforcement. And the more I thought of it, decided my new ladies should not retire or quit their chosen profession. Instead, get a group of them together so there would always be a rotating selection of home security. While I was mulling all of this over in my mind, there were those dirt bags who would soon have the misfortune of coming to my attention while I was so cruelly and unjustifiably incarcerated.

Via Google and the helpful folks at the FBI, I studied what photos there were of the FBI's Las Vegas facility. With Las Vegas being what it was heat wise, air conditioning was mandatory, which meant all the AC units were on its roof. And just who would have the audacity to BREAK INTO said place? With transportation once again available, bought an outstanding set of binoculars from the Bass Pro store people, then had my girl drop me off several blocks from the FBI building. No problem in seeing what was to be seen from the ground and from nearby buildings. Oh yes, they did have cameras, how-ever there was only ONE camera on each corner of the building?! Then I saw it.....the key to my entering this facility undetected: a bus several blocks down with newly arrived prisoners to be processed. I quickly ran towards the bus, then started walking normally. When it passed, I was quickly hanging on the back of it, then worked my way so I'd be UNDER the bus, handing onto the buses frame work. Apparently the feds never thought of inspecting under the bus before it entered their “secure” facility. Before it entered the area where the prisoners were to be taken off, the bus was in a dark area not covered by lights...another mistake by the feds. I dropped myself to the ground and quickly ran to the building where it was no trouble for me to climb to the roof after removing and carrying my shoes with me. And once again, NO cameras there. I was a bit disappointed that the FBI didn't take security all that seriously, but also happy with its attitude in this matter.

Now I knew where the cells were and it was no problem for me to unscrew the screws holding the air conditioning grill in place using a fingernail. The problem was crawling thru the air conditioning ducts, which no doubt would make some noise, something I didn't want. That's when I found I had a new ability: to turn into something like a wisp of fog which was a bit disconcerting as I found myself naked and my clothes left laying on the ground outside of this ventilation shaft. My sight was also different in that while I could see, it was like looking thru haze, however my hearing and smell remained excellent. Found myself slowly drifting thru this shaft, but then I came to one of several fans which drew fresh air into the building to be cooled. Found myself being SUCKED towards and into the fan blades but was NOT harmed, though for a bit I did lose my vision. I was worried that I just might be blown and spread out, without being able to form as a mist again. Which led to an unexpected result: me suddenly becoming physical again and hitting the bottom of the air conditioning shaft! I quickly thought of myself as fog again and worked my way to the cell area. As to the prisoners, they never saw me coming as a mist or fog until I was in front of them, when I had a physical body. Talk about the shock on their faces. A quick snap of a neck, then ripping a bed sheet which was tied to door knob inside the cell and around that mans neck. If figured if it was good enough for Epstein, it was certainly fine enough for these individuals. Nine men “committed suicide” that night while in their cells. Made my way to the roof top with no problem and after dressing, down the side of the building I went until I was near the ground, at which point I jumped about thirty feet to land on the grass so kindly provided by the FBI, followed by another jump so I was on the sidewalk.

The problem I was now having was I was tired, but not quite exhausted. I realized that using my abilities like I had had consequences, so I needed to feed, preferably quickly as possible. However, once again I was lucky because my luck was always good when I fed even though I figured I was down quite a bit blood wise. You know how it is...I was used to feeding at least once a day and things were not improved during my time in that cell. And here comes a woman driving her car out of the FBI parking area. No problem with her as she slowly started driving by me. Told her to pull over and oh yeah, once she saw me she did, VERY quickly. This was where and when I met Edna Gilhooley, who while not an FBI agent, she did work in its lab. Thought of just using her, then letting her go until I realized this would give me access to parts and information of the FBI that I hadn't thought of. Spent three days with her and each night after work, she hurried home to enthusiastically greet me. Not that I fed on her alone, because I'm not that kind of guy, so after dealing with her needs and in a deep sleep, I went downtown for a quick bite or two. Thing is, she was eager to answer any and all questions from me, along with the command she wasn't to tell anyone what she'd told me. Thru her, I met Rona Burstein who worked in a different lab, with both women introducing me to Beverly Louie Neill, Catherine Elise Blanchett, Anna-Maria Louisa Italiano and Cherilyn Sakrisian who were actual agents.

Well, there was quite a stink when those nine were found dead. No doubt the FBI wouldn't of made a public announcement about this, but the lawyers for these people found out their clients had died while in the custody of the FBI. This soon hit the news-papers and media nationwide. No way were their deaths going down as suicide now. Of course, while there were cameras in the cell area and elsewhere in the building, there were none in the cells themselves. Now Edna was keeping me informed of what was happening and it took me some time before I had a fine collection of security guards for my domicile. This included FBI technicians, agents, along with several LVPD women. It was another two months before I had them move into my place. They got to take some personal possessions such as photos and clothing for example when they moved in. I didn't mind that this as it made my place more homey looking and showing a womans touch if you will. Anything else of theirs was put into storage, at my cost of course. Now one thing I didn't know was how much time agents spent on the road interviewing people or checking stuff out, but I made sure I always had two of them at my place. Dealing with LVPD's security was even easier than that of the FBI office, which is where I acquired four members of it's former K-9 units. The dogs were quite happy when they found someone who could actually outrun them. Of course, they had their own beds, food and water bowls, etc. And I had them trained so they'd take commands from my girls. As to the missing K-9 dogs, it was never mentioned in the newspaper or on any tv station.

Thing is, the California and the Nevada cops got interested in me, along with the FBI once again. It was my dealing with those Hell's Angels. The truck driver had called 911 since I hadn't and he was missing his road camera, with five hundred dollars in its place. Now since he hadn't thought of looking at or writing down my license plate, he did remember my motorhome and a hazy recollection of what I looked like. It was due to having the FBI in my pocket and giving me a heads up on what could be coming my way that really helped. Cost me one hundred dollars to have the entire motorhome undercarriage steam cleaned while it was on a rack and making sure that guy hit EVERY nook and cranny. Two days later, once again my motorhome's seized, but this time they didn't find anything. Lawyer got involved, stating the FBI was harassing me and there was the fact that several other vehicles had stopped when they saw the burning motorcycles, so who was to say that one of them hadn't taken the drivers camera? As to the money being found, maybe the driver had sold it and trying to cover it up with his company?

Anyway, having the basics of good security now at my home in Las Vegas, it was time for me to head back to Hollywood and find another residence in San Francisco.

[9idrr]

It's okay with me if this one goes on for years.

[willc453]

Yeah, in a way it's like The Shadow story and everyone's seen how long that became story wise. Mulling over what's happening in Hollywood right now, but also started working on another Affected story that I started last year? Wrote some notes about this guy and yesterday started working on him. Yeah, another him story. Right now, giving him background information just like I've done with my other stories and it's going reasonably well. Of course, I REALLY want to do a woman Affected character and of course, she's NOT going to be a nice lady either. And if wondering, I haven't even thought of The Mermaids and Aquamans stories. The new character is based on a comic book character, ala Superman/The Flash and no, NO hints.   However, this guy will be offered to join the west coast superhero league, so gotta do a lot of thinking how the league was formed, how the govt. responds to their needs, their pay, etc., etc., etc. Along with how he was offered this new position in life. You'd think that the fellow who came up with the Affected plot line would of now come forth with information on how these leagues were formed. (HINT, HINT) As to this new story, it's only 1.5 pages long and I want a couple of chapters stashed/ready to post ahead of time.

[9idrr]

Glad you have plans made, but don't worry, we ain't gonna push you too much. You know this bunch is the most patient, forgiving, peaceful group of fans ever. Wouldn't even think of pushing you to post even a taste of what's up your sleeve. Not a chance somebody on here called "9" would harass you to hurry the hell up and post more immediately. Like NOW!
Respectfully yours,
9idrr

[willc453]

As to The Night Life, I am now researching pornography. You know how it is....the trials and tribulations of this writer wanting to produce the best and most accurate story for his readers. 

[9idrr]

Need an assistant? Dirty deeds done cheap, as they say.

[papaof2]

Aug 26, 2020 22:50:28 GMT -6 willc453 said:

As to The Night Life, I am now researching pornography. You know how it is....the trials and tribulations of this writer wanting to produce the best and most accurate story for his readers. 

Just reading/viewing or will you be producing - and using the Dark Web to get users' opinions of your creations? ;-)

[9idrr]

Should remind ya that I'm on dial up. Takes so long to download porn that by the time stories end, the girls have gone from perky to pancakes and their hair has turned white.

[willc453]

Aug 27, 2020 20:37:47 GMT -6 papaof2 said:

Aug 26, 2020 22:50:28 GMT -6 willc453 said:

As to The Night Life, I am now researching pornography. You know how it is....the trials and tribulations of this writer wanting to produce the best and most accurate story for his readers. 

Just reading/viewing or will you be producing - and using the Dark Web to get users' opinions of your creations? ;-)

Well, at my age   it didn't take me long for some necessary research. However, I do know I'm going to need to do more in the future.   As to the Dark Side at you know where, I've already tangled with those Puritan yahoos.   Got 1 warning and suspended twice for a week for each violation. Also told if it happened again, there was a good chance I'd be banned from that site. The Layover was considered so brutal and blunt that I couldn't even post it there. Yeah, I'm ssoo evil ain't I?    And remember, Ben did get into porno films for awhile, early in his career. And be honest guys....you're in your 50's, GOBS of money, no wife....how many of you would be quite happy/
eager to be the star in a bunch of porno films?  

[willc453]

The Affected: I Love The Nightlife
Chapter 7

With my plane now repaired, I and my pilot flew back to Hollywood. From there, took a taxi to my place where two cops tried giving me some sh*t. I had just gotten out and standing before my gate and was going to enter the code when they asked if I lived here. I said f*ck no, having just left this cab, I thought I'd randomly punch buttons just for the h*ll of it, then check the place out. As you might tell, I was still a little irritated by the actions of the cops and feds in Las Vegas. The cab driver got out, telling them he'd picked me up at the airport and had given him this address before we left the airport. And I was just WAITING and hoping for them to ask me for I.D. The cops left disappointed and I tipped the cabbie an additional twenty bucks for his assistance along with getting his business card in case he was needed at any time in the future. Now while I had cameras on the property and building when I bought the place, had changed them from VHS to digital format that gave me the ability to record 24/7 for up to thirty days. The place needed airing out so after doing that, checked the cameras recordings and everything was good. As far as taking care of the lawn, etc., I had hired a land-scaping company to do this, with me paying that company one year in advance. I watched them as they'd do their thing and not once did they try rattling the doors or attempt to peer inside even though I had the shutters down on all the windows. All utility bills were sent to my bank here in Hollywood and promptly paid each month. So while my place was stock with food and beverages, I wanted REAL food and you know what that meant.

Now if you're wondering, the Hollywood area is HEAVILY patrolled by the cops. After all, you don't want to p*ss off the rich and famous, right? And many of these places have a good amount of land around them. So out of curiosity, I started checking Youtube and Google just to see who lived in my area. My, my, my.....sssooo many looking delicious meals and after our rendezvous, they would in turn introduce me to their friends. Nothing like having a bunch of rich, famous and powerful people quite anxious to help you out in life. No doubt more than one home would have guard dogs, not that this was going to be a problem. So there I was....kind of like Santa Claus making up his list, not who was naughty or nice, but who'd be on my menu. Hmmm.....find out that Doris von Kappelhoff for example, lived basically down the street from me, meaning about a mile or so. Though in her early 40's, still an attractive woman and along with being an excellent singer, she sang songs from the 1940's and early 1950's which is still popular among America's older population. I thought it would be nice to having her sing for me from time to time. You know, a caged nightingale to sing sweet lullaby's to me. Bit by bit, slowly filled out my menu but then started getting hungry, so time to go shopping. With no one to chauffeur me around, I needed to rectify that asap as after all, I had an image to consider. Nor would I even consider driving my car unless there was valet parking, along with it being secure from any possible vandalism. Then got to thinking of other things, specifically pornography. No, I wasn't interested in watching it, I mean that would be rather stupid. Much like eating a photo of a steak when you can have the real thing. More about this later.

Called for a cab which arrived about thirty minutes later, giving the driver places I wanted to check out. I went to three places before finally finding something that looked quite tasty and satisfying. A well known actress was out and about with two of her friends and no, no names. However, she was quite built and a well known diva. You know, someone with a major attitude of her importance as in don't talk to me, don't look at me when I pass by you, etc. This was when I found I liked taking said diva's down a couple of notches. Not only that, but in front of her friends. With some low verbal and mental commands she got up, walked over to where I was sitting at the bar, then asked me to join her and her friends. Asked her if she was buying and she said anything I wanted. Oh yes indeedy....more than one guy on both sides of me at the bar were staring at her, not believing she was hitting on me! Right off the bat, her arm goes around my waist and her hip...well, it was like it both were super glued to my body. Then she GLARES at her two companions as obviously she wanted me all to herself. Not that this was going to happen because I told her that if they leave, I would too....but with them. She didn't like this one bit, but her friends stayed and just as quick, the one friend and her had their hands busy from my head to below my waist. Yeah, they were not only hot to trot, but I could SMELL their arousal. As to the second woman, had the diva move over so her friend could show me some action. Once again, she didn't like this but didn't say anything though I could pick up her thoughts quite clearly. Well, about ten minutes into this, I ask diva to dance and she was like a jack in the box coming out of its box in getting out from where we were seated. And we we started dancing and believe me, more than one guy watched her dance and no, it wasn't regular dancing either. It was more like a mating dance, with a woman showing her need for a man. I motioned to the other two women who quickly joined us. I think I could of banged all three of them on a table in that place and they'd of been quite happy and eager for me to take them. Thing is, other women got aroused and started or trying to start dancing with me too with those three almost getting into a fight with those women. The guys didn't like this naturally, so after a bit I called it quits with me, the diva and her two friends going outside where she had rented a limo to take us to her place. On the third day I had had enough, so left while also having their phone numbers, while not giving mine.

I did some walking, figuring I'd check out the neighborhood and of course every place had it's own walls, gates, etc. Thought about jumping up and over on more than one wall just to check those places out, but my attention was drawn to a bus sign of all things. About the same time, here comes a cop cruising the neighborhood, looking for suspicious people. No problem telling him to just cruise on by as obviously I was of no interest to him. Now bus fare was fifty cents, so I paid a dollar as that was the smallest bill I had on me, which reminded me I needed to carry at least fifty dollars in tens, fives and ones just in case. I got off on Rodeo Drive as I was curious as to what kind of shops they had, mainly haberdasheries as I was thinking of enlarging my clothing ensemble. Then I saw it....a Frederick's of Hollywood sign and below that, the store. Looky, looky, I'll bet there's some mighty fine lookin' nooky inside. Yeah like Pavlov's dog getting hungry when he heard that bell, I got hungry seeing that store and its sign. Inside there were four FINE looking sales ladies and three female customers in their forty's who no doubt were trying to retain their youth and sex appeal to either their husbands or gigolo's. However, they were still attractive. At first I wasn't noticed when I entered the store, but about two minutes later, I had fourteen eyeballs all looking at me......
greedily.

Thru the years, I felt more than once that I was the only man alive in a world full of sexually starved women, eager to please me. And I bet NONE of you guys would be unhappy in such a world would you? Well, the four salesladies came RUSHING over to be of service, leaving their three customers without a further thought. I chose one of the salesladies and said I'd be interested in looking at something in the back....privately, you understand. Oh yes, she agreed she knew just the thing for me in the back and QUITE private. I didn't take her sexually, but did get some food from her. Second saleslady was told the first one didn't have what I was looking for and maybe she could show me something different....privately and in the back? Her: YES SIR, please follow me. Repeat my actions with her as I did with the first one and propped her next to the first sales lady in the dressing room. Did the same with the other two salesladies which left the three lady customers looking at me and not knowing what I'd done with the four salesladies. Each of course, was QUITE willing to help me settle an argument on which kind of garments I should be interested in. I did this one by one, leaving seven women in three dressing booths, though I will admit I did take two of the customers sexually because they were losing their confidence in their attractiveness by other men. Morale booster, that was what I was. As I was leaving, discovered you could lock the door while it was open, so when the door did close, it did lock the door shut. I also changed the sign from open to closed. NOW I'm feeling pretty chipper, so decided to continue taking my stroll for a little longer where I eventually ended up on Hollywood boulevard. It was there I saw Grauman's Chinese theater and realized theaters would make THE perfect fast food place for me in the future. Quiet, dark and not just chock full of food, but no doubt, a wide variety of it.

Having done the tourist thing for a bit, called a cab and while waiting for it, I had a disturbing thought. When I got home, did some checking on the internet and I was right. Phones CAN be traced to show your location and with the feds having taken mine earlier..... Time for a new phone and while I liked my motorhome, it was a pain in the behind having left it in Las Vegas. With a second one, I had more mobility....you know, kind of like those fast food/roach coaches that you see everywhere. I also found out that even if the battery to your phone was taken out, once you went to use it, it would update and STILL show your locations. NOT good. I printed out a list of over one hundred movie theaters and their addresses. Then thought of vegans, you know, the people who do not eat meat and believe me, their blood is a lot different than regular peoples. So I made a list of various vegan restaurants, along with bars I'd visited already, with me calling them my menus. Decided that the next day, I'd go out to buy five Net 10 phones which needed NO contract and ones where you paid for minutes. They were also bought from five different stores. Nothing like covering ones tracks if need be. Yes, no doubt those phones would still show my location, but at least the cops and feds would not know that I had them until I was possibly searched or how many. And with my strength, it would be no problem in snapping one of them into several pieces so they'd have no idea what the phone number was to begin with. Which meant no possible tracing of where I'd been. As to the motorhome, decided I did NOT want it registered or insured in my name. Better to have it in the name of one of my future roomies if you will. Just have it registered at my address here, but under her name, along with insurance paid in advance for one year thru her insurance company. Having been fed earlier, I decided not to dine out and slept quite well thank you.

I woke up around noon and even though it was daylight, needed to get things done. Checked Craigslist and Facebook's Marketplace for class A motorhomes, making a list of those I was interested in. However, there was a need for a chauffeur, so with my sun block on, went to the nearest vegan restaurant. Frankly, I was NOT impressed in what was being offered on the menu, with me finally finding what I wanted at the third one. It was there I paid off the cab who was quite happy with his fares total. This was when and where I met Lisa Valerie Kudrow. No problem with me sitting with her when I told her I was new in town and hated eating alone and would you mind.....? Of course not and we were quickly chatting away even though she didn't notice I hadn't ordered anything. From there, we went to her place where we enjoyed each others company at the end of which she just KNEW we were soul mates and were DESTINED by karma to be together. Whatever. On the third day of us being together at her place, she gave a weeks notice at work she was leaving. With me paying to have her things put into storage other than personal things such as clothes, photos, etc. But there would be NONE of that womanly nic nac crap cluttering up MY place. At another vegan restaurant, found another vegan, Amanda Meta Marshall, who was a singer of some slight fame. She too moved into my place with no fuss. Once they were settled in, they went to the DMV where they took the written test for their non-commercial class A license.

There were many RV dealerships that sold class A motorhomes new and used and of course, there were those being sold by individuals on Craigslist and Facebook's Marketplace. It was on the later that I found what I wanted, being one that was three years old and few miles actually on it. I made sure that when I contacted the seller (male), that I met his wife as he was at work. They wanted eighty-five thousand for it, which was fair market value, but I got it for sixty-one, which no doubt drove the husband crazy. Naturally wanting to try the motorhome's features out, his wife was quite happy to assist me and exhausted afterwards. She even got online to California's DMV to get me a ten day moving permit. No hassle with registration, etc., along with paying a years insurance in advance thru one of the girls insurance agency. Then a quick trip to Las Vegas for a couple of days where I introduced them to many of my other companions and my dogs who were filled with joy in seeing me once again. No problem recuperating the money spent for all of this from several casinos.

So there you have it....now I had several ladies to take care of my needs in both places, another motorhome and someone to chauffeur me around. Now I'd never been to Disneyland and it was at this point in my life that I discovered I had an unknown sexual fantasy. It was to basically bang and partake almost EVERY female Disney character. Snow White, the Evil Queen, Cinderella, Alice in Wonderland, etc., I wanted them ALL. Sick? Disgusting? Depraved? Come on guys, how many of you would pass up such an opportunity to lift these ladies skirts, given the opportunity? ESPECIALLY when said ladies were EAGER to lift their skirts for you? I sure as h*ll wasn't. Not only wanting to do this, I found there are actually TWO shifts of women dressed up as these characters while the park is open. Double your pleasure, double your fun as that old gum commercial used to say. And it was while there, I discovered Club 33 which is a private and VERY restricted bar and restaurant just filled with the rich and famous. Yum, yum.... some mighty fine dining opportunities and contacts there. And of course, there were the female tourists....thousands and thousands of them EVERY day to visit the Magic Kingdom. And did you know that when many kids graduated from high school, the place was closed just for them, with the place just LOADED with many young, attractive girls? And even in this day and age, many were still virgins. That is, until we had our acquaintances that night. As to becoming acquainted with the Disneyland women, that was very little trouble. But I wanted more....as in having them stay with me for a day or two on their days off. However, they were NOT in their regular clothes while doing so. It cost me quite a bit of money, but I had EXACT copies of their Disneyland costumes made. I ended up getting each of them three extra sets, because sometimes their costumes got a bit mused if you understand what I'm saying. Sometimes I wouldn't have them over at my place, but we'd rendezvous off the Disneyland property at a RV camping place when they got off work, where they'd change into their costumes in the bedroom and then.... Oh boy, did I have a WIDE variety menu to now chose from, with them ALL anxious to please me. Here's a photo of SOME of the ladies I dallied with. Nothing like Snow White and Cinderella in my bed or those two women portraying sisters in that Frozen Disney film for example. So DON'T tell me you'd never thought of doing something like this okay?

The thing is, there is an ugly side not far from Disneyland....as in the homeless living along one of the flood control canals about a mile from it. I discovered this entirely by accident. I was cruising for a place to park my motorhome while waiting for the Evil Queen and Snow White to get off work. And I will say this, I TRIED staying away from them, but several made the mistake of knocking on my door wanting “you got any spare change mister”? This did NOT make my companions happy when they heard and saw them knocking on my door. Which meant I had to move my motorhome further away from these wretched bits of humanity and I had already parked almost two miles away from them. And this did NOT make me happy in having to do this. Time to take matters in hand, just like I'd done in San Francisco. And no, I DIDN'T kill all of them this time. I found several men and women who were just having a run of bad luck such as losing their jobs, then being kicked out of their residences, living in their car until they had little money, at which time they had to sell it. Or it broke down and unable to afford repairs. Of course, that area was FILTHY with human body waste, discarded needles, etc. which was obviously a health hazard not only to them, but to others should these individuals come down with any kind of disease. Out of the forty-two “people” living in this squalor, there were nine that I deemed not worth killing. Six women and three men if you need to know. There was more than one dog that lived in this squalor, but I wasn't about to kill them as it wasn't their fault. It took me about a week to have those nine decide to find another place to live and to give them some hope, I left one thousand dollars (each) inside their tent which they'd find when they packed their possessions up. And on that night, the first to go with me were the dogs so they would be safe from what was to occur. Besides, they were quite happy to actually have a truly nutritious steak to each devour. Maybe you can tell I have more sympathy for dogs than people? At three am, people are in a DEEP sleep, so no problem snapping necks, taking what VERY few things of value from them which was less than one hundred dollars between all of them. With my motorhome, I had two, five gallons of gasoline with those gas cans being tossed into two separate shelters. I was down the street before the fire reached to the far end of their former encampment. Once again the news media was calling this an unnecessary tragedy, that something should be done to help these less unfortunate, blah, blah, blah. But then something happened I didn't expect....a couple of those homeless I told to leave and gave the money to to help them out with two of them actually being interviewed?! The good thing was they didn't mention finding my money, instead it had to be an act of God because they got the feeling they should leave that area asap and if they hadn't..... As far as the dogs went, SPCA picked them up and it got a five thousand dollar contribution in cash. Then afterwards, had my two girls pick out two of them. Of course, they weren't guard dogs, but still, they could get to barking if something went wrong or was off and would give them some companionship when I wasn't home.

While I had both places stocked and hadn't taken the time find any real security yet for my Hollywood residence, decided to head back to San Francisco for another place to own. And who better to reacquaint myself with other than Big Tuna and The Bear? Once again stayed at the Hilton, then that night took a cab to Big Tuna's place and fortunately he was home along with his girlfriend. He no sooner opened his door and I had him just to remind him where he was at on MY food chain. Then when his girlfriend saw me, she was ALL over me while Big Tuna showed off his place not saying a word about how his girlfriend was acting towards me. Now since I was here on business, not pleasure, I took a quick bite of her in his bedroom while he waited patiently in his livingroom. After-wards, for about an hour or two, I learned about the Mafia or Mob if you will, “business enterprises” as he put it, had going thru out the Bay Area.

Prostitution, drugs, stolen vehicles which would be chopped, insurance fraud, insurance “protection”, bank and jewelry store robberies, politicians and cops on the take, pornography.......well, you get the idea. As to chop shops, this is where a vehicle is stolen and either taken apart for the parts or a new vin (vehicle inspection number) is swapped with the old one, new registration is issued, with the vehicle then being sold. And these weren't your grandmothers 4 cylinder Toyota car either and this was a BILLION DOLLAR “enterprise” if you will. As to the politicians, not only did that list go to the state capitol, but also Washington D.C., though Big Tuna didn't know any of these people as he wasn't that high up in this hierarchy, so all he had to go on was hearsay while talking with his “associates”. Another problem was the number of home-less in downtown San Francisco because of their lack of sanitary habit, i.e., sh*tting and p*ssing in the street in front of everyone and aggressive panhandling. Big Tuna told me he and his “associates” were all quite happy and talking among themselves when they saw the news of what had happened to those two sets of gangbangers and homeless.

This was also when I learned about the number of gangs in town, with all them wanting a “piece of the pie”, along with disrupting the Mobs financial matters more than once. Now Big Tuna and The Bear were actually enforcers, you know, “inducing” store owners why they should have “insurance” or collecting money from said “insurance policies” each month. Now he knew a bit about the various gangs, so to make things easier for me, I sent him to a store for a city map, magic marker, pens and a paper notebook and in any case, he was not to return for an hour as I said I had some business to attend to here while looking towards his bedroom. He understood and was quite happy with this agreement. When I was done with her, he had returned, with the city map layed out on the kitchen table, along with pens and the paper notebook. And I took notes....LOTS of notes. One of the places they (the Mob) was failing at money wise was what's called Chinatown. This was when I learned about the Yakuza, which was the Japanese version of the Italians Mafia, which is called the Yakuza. So there you have it....two large, organized crime syndicates battling each other for the biggest slice of the money pie they could get, while the gangs were busy trying to get as many crumbs as they could, whenever and where ever possible. I realized this would be a GREAT civic duty of mine to help reduce and organize this chaos while also making MILLIONS and MILLIONS per year....all tax free of course. Not only that, a wider variety of meals being available along with more power and influence. Before leaving, I took another quick bite from Big Tuna just to reinforce my will over his. Besides, with him being so much bigger, figured he wouldn't miss a little extra blood.

So, here was my plan...get rid of the remaining homeless or make it so they'd know not to sh*t out in public like they had been, aggressively panhandling any more, clean up their camps in getting rid of unnecessary possessions. This meant the druggies were going to be the first to go since they didn't mind leaving their used needles on the ground where someone could step on them. As for the alkies, they'd get up to two suggestions that they seek and get help. If not, bye bye alkie. Now some of the homeless did do a useful function for society in recycling plastic bottles for their deposit value, along with aluminum cans. As to the homeless thru no fault of their own and those needing medical help and not getting it, I'd see they'd get it from either from the city or as cash from me. The gangs......they were a disruption to society and with them disbanded, they would find it conductive to find gainful and legal work, which in turn give my future (and unknowingly) partners more yearly income. So see, I was a humanitarian after it was all said and done. Had Big Tuna take me to my hotel, where I changed clothes, then caught the city bus. And man, the homeless were all over the city, sleeping in their tents or under tarps on the city street and many under overpasses to protect themselves from the rain. It did not protect them from me. And once again, while there were dogs, made sure they were out and away when the deed was done. Didn't want the poor things to suffer any kind of mental trauma. Ninety-two homeless went to see Jesus or whoever that night, with once again the liberals and media saying something needed to be done about these murders and the homeless.

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