Part 4

Part 4

A little over two hours later I met up with Matt in the hallway. Gestured for him to follow me too the kitchen.

"What's up?" Matt said as he reached in the cabinet for four glasses.

"We should drug them now, take them to the shed, and strap them down. That way we come back in to get something to eat and catch a nap. What do you think about that?" I replied pouring cold water in each glass.

"Why don't we grab some ugly females instead and do the World a favor?" Matt laughed but looking dead ass serious.

"Their looks is what's saving them huh?"

"Yeah, I mean look at them. While we're here at least we can get consistent ass, from the front or back. Well, I can because she fell in love with the dick bro."

I could only shake my head at this fool but in some ways he was right. There's an entire town of ugly women, a select few is halfway decent, and a handful of gorgeous women. Since we both agreed, we headed up to our rooms with water  finger foods, and fruit. I don't know about Matt but I'm ready for round two.

The sun shines through the window, hitting my face waking me up to an empty bed; but the smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and either waffles or pancakes. There's nothing like great sex then waking up to breakfast. Before I had a chance to get out of bed, the door swings open as Jackie stands in the doorway with one of my button up shirts, a tray of food, and a huge smile.

"Yes, you were so good, I got up early to bring you breakfast in bed." As she steadily walks across the floor.

I went to get up to help her but was told that she has it and to stay in bed. Jackie places the tray of food on my lap, starts to cut up my waffles, and pours syrup over them for me. Reaching for the fork, she guides my hand back to my body, and starts to do something unbelievable. She starts feeding me, telling me how much she enjoyed the time spent and wishes to do it more often. She just don't know how close she came to being tortured to death and discarded all over Alaska like snow salt.

We spent the day with the girls, watching movies, eating, drinking, and having a good time; but it was time for them to leave so we could start "working". Following us to the main highway, they went their way, and we went ours. After about an hour of driving around we saw two females coming from one of the local mom and pop stores and started to follow them until they cut into the alley. Matt got out of the SUV and called them over. I'm not quite sure what he said to them, but the next thing I noticed all three were getting into the SUV with smiles plastered on their faces.

"Ryan, this is Deborah and Diamond; they're working professionals."

For those of you that don't know, they are prostitutes for hire. There's no discrimination when it comes to murdering anyone, but I prefer kills that have the very least amount of exposure to diseases. I guess beggars can't be choosy.