It was somewhere in the neighborhood of 11:00 AM on Sunday morning ...
And he was quite sure of that because all the Good People were in Church ...
And that they had all been summoned to attend the service of their choice or conviction by one of The Bells!
The Bells that forever issued their insistant calls from the church buildings ...
And were now to provide him with his own call to action!
It seemed to matter not in the least whether the peal rang out from an old brass bell perched in its loft
in the bellfry of the steeple of the church on the green ...
Or whether it was one of the latter-day electronic devices that can play Christmas Caroles during the Holiday Season ...
For each seemed to render a similar effect upon him ...
And right now he was standing there patiently ...
Keeping himself discreetly out of sight - for the moment ...
Watching as the two women lay back on the bed stretching themselves luxuriously ...
Here they both were!
A pair of apparently otherwise respectable suburban homemakers cavorting about like a pair of common harlots ...
When by rights she should be In Church even as the Good People were!
He had a knife in his hand ...
Well, that wasn't strictly true ...
For he didn't go brandishing it about like those menacing characters did in the motion pictures! No, not at all!
He preferred a more business-like approach and such melo-dramatics were completely uncalled for!
And so his knife lay inside the large flat cardboard pizza box he had set down on the kitchen counter.
There had been times when he had resorted to carrying a cell phone with him when making these visitations ...
He would call the number of the house he was visiting in an effort to entice his intended victim to expose herself
as she responded to answer the telephone ...
But as ofen as not these days his intended was more apt to let his call go unanswered except by her answering machine ...
And so he had found that patience was truly a virtue for in most instances he had only to wait for an opening to present itself ...
As it was at this very moment for instance!
He hadn't really bargained on there being two women abed in the house that morning ...
And he had almost decided to slip quietly and unobtrusively away ...
Heretofore he had always relyed upon stealth and the element of surprize in the course of these outings of his ...
But in this instance he failed to see precisely how he was to take down one of the women without sending the other out screaming
all over the neighborhood ...
But then one rarely if ever gets exactly what they bargain for in life and so he soon discovered that the decision was not entirely his alone to make ...
The girls were each complaining of the after effects of the party that had been going on for most of the night before ...
That likely explained why the two of them were there in bed this morning ...
Bodies left over from the Mini Mardi Gras that had been without a doubt been in full swing the previous evening ...
One of the two women made some comment about having wakened to discover that she had need to make use of the lavatory ...
It was evident judging from their voices that both of them were still quite groggy and that single fact alone might play to his advantage ...
But he would have to act quickly and decisively!
As he stood there in the narrow hallway that lead from the living room toward the bedrooms,
he realized that he was standing between the bedroom and the bathroom located in the hall ...
And then there was the sound of bare feet padding along the carpeted floor and coming in his direction!
"Hey! What the Hell are you doing here?!"
He said the only thing that came to mind ...
"Pizza, Ma'm? It's Fresh an' Hot!"
"Pizza?! At this hour of the day? You've made a mistake, buddy!"
"Wull, gosh Lady! It's almost noon!"
And then of course he had opened the box and pulled the knife which he brandished at her ...
"O'm'God!"
She retreated in the only available direction - back into the bedroom -
and he pressed his advantage - advancing into the room -
motioning that she should return to her side of the bed ...
He didn't say a word - preferring to let the woman do the talking ...
"But why? Why me? No! Please! Zuunngh!"
When he thought about it afterward he was surprized at how easy a thing it was ...
He had supposed that as he launched his attack on the first woman - that the second would do something ...
To either come to her friend's defense - or at the very least - to make some effort to escape ...
What struck his as strange was what appeared to be the paralysis that seemed to transfix the second woman in her place on the bed ...
And so he buried his knife to the hilt in the belly of the first woman as her partner gazed at her as if she were fascinated by the proceedings ...
He pulled th blade from the belly of his first victim and moved to the other side of the bed to attend to the second ...
And so now it was his first victim who was to offer nothing by way of interference as he proceeded to thrust his knife deep into the gut of her partner ...
"Hu-gugh!"
Whether the women were yet under the after-effects of either alcohol or some other substance he was never to learn with any degree of certainty ...
What he soon came to realize however was that these two women seemed to be somehow convinced of the inevitability of this affair ...
For neither of them offered anything in the way of a meaningful defense - either for one another or even in their own behalf ...
And so he continued to thrust his blade into each of them with impunity that bordered upon near reckless abandon!
Again and again her buried the knife in their tender flesh ... First into one - and then into the other!
And each in her turn arched her body with whatever strength that remained as though she were eager to receive his steel!
The blonde woman possessed a most remarkable chest -
with breasts tipped by two turgid nipples that were to remain stiffened enticingly
in spite of - and throughout her ordeal ...
"Nugh! Uulp!"
He so enjoyed the way they grunted as each took the blade!
He leaned against the hilt ...
Then pulled the blade about half-way out of her gut ...
And then drove it back into her!
And then at the last he pulled his knife from the woman's belly only to bury it once again in her heaving bosom!
He had so enjoyed the way a woman's breasts swelled at him as his knife went into her gut!
But it was time to move on! And after all ... He must exercise a bit of self-control ...
He did not wish to fall into the inevitable trap of an emerging pattern - and so he must switch his choice of weapons for his next operation ...
He was not some raving lunatic after all!
Oh, no! Most certainly not! He took all things into consideration ...
And one thing to consider was that a knife was by its very nature a rather messy instrument!
No ... Even as much he had to admit that he doted upon a heaving bosom ...
He would simply have to find some other way to make one heave - and that was all that there was to it!
Now! Who was to be his next target? And what about a choice of firearms?
That old German sidearm he remembered his Uncle had from the War was brought to mind ...
And so during the weeks that followed he went shopping ...
There was a rather fine looking weapon on display behind the glass of a locked case at the local gun shop ...
But the price tag on this particular piece was by far and away too rich for his blood ...
And besides - he'd rather not do anything as obvious as make a purchase of this or any other gun ...
Particularly since he intended to put it to an appropriate use!
It was then that he remembered the gun in the drawer at the museum where he did volunteer work on occasion ...
When he made his way into the museum that Sunday morning he was intent upon just one thing ...
And that was to see whether the luger was still in its place in the desk drawer ...
And to make away with it if it were ...
And sure enough!
There it was!
Exactly where it should be!
And precisely as he had remembered it!
He wondered if it were loaded and he checked the ammunition clip which appeared to be full ...
He pocketed the gun hastily when he heard someone at the rear entrance ...
And he wandered out into the museum display area to admire one of the various collections of artifacts ...
Two items that commanded his immediate attention were a crossbow and a rather long reed
that appeared to be particularly well-suited to shoot a dart of some type ...
It occurred to him that he had his bag of golf clubs in the back of his van ...
"Well! Aren't you the Early Bird this morning? Are you here to assist with the Grand Opening scheduled for later this afternoon?"
"Uh ... Why yes, Ms Abercrombie! Yes, I am!"
"That's great! Because we certainly can use all the help we can get!
Would you sort of keep an eye on things out here and let me know when our first patrons arrive?
I'll be out back working in the office when you need me!"
Ms Abercrombie strutted off toward the office ...
And it seemed to him that he had seen her again for the first time ...
Here he had spent the better part of his life drooling over the prospects as well as the promises that seem to be housed in a woman's bosom ...
And all the while, Ms Abercrombie was in full possession of two of the finest breasts that any man had any right to ask for!
He could hardly contain himself as he pictured in his mind just how Ms Abercrombie would react as he pumped round upon round into her bare bosom!
The only problem that presented itself was how was he to convince her to bare her breasts for his pleasure?
The luger!
But of course!
He had the answer to his dilemna right here in his pocket!
And if it weren't loaded or missfired after years of inactivity?
He'd cross that bridge when he came to it!
"Uh ... Ms Abercrombie?"
"I'm really rather busy at the moment, Albert! Now what is ... Good Lord! What on Earth are you doing with that gun?!"
"I found it in the desk-drawer, Ms Abercrombie ..."
"Yes! I know! Be careful! It's loaded!"
"Thank you for telling me, Ms Abercrobie ... I really wasn't sure, you see ..."
"Well then, Albert! Now you know! So put it down! Please?"
"I want you to undress, Ms Abercrombie!"
"What! Where? Here? Now?"
"Yes!"
"Ah ... What is it that interests you most, Albert?"
"Your bosom, Ms Abercrombie!"
"Isn't that always the way? You'd think I had nothing else! There! Are you satisfied, Albert?"
"Yes, Ms Abercrombie! Almost ..."
"What do you mean, almost, Albert?"
"Well, you see, Ms Abercrombie ... Now I'm going to shoot you ..."
"Shoot me?! Why?! Where?!"
"I want to see how you react when a bullet punches into your breast!"
And with that he levelled the luger and fired ...
The gun spat and the slug drove into the museum curator's left breast ...
Ms Abercrombie clasped that massive organ and staggered back toward the office chair that stood at the desk behind her ...
He stood watching in admiration of her as the woman continued to struggle frantically with her breast ...
And he found himself wondering whether the gun had managed to drive the bullet into her deeply enough to do any real damage?
But it was an illusion to think for even a moment that the female breast possess any real stopping power regardless of its depth and breadth ...
And he realized even as he gave Ms Abercrombie another round that it was not perhaps entirely necessary ...
But at the same time there was no refuting the fact that a buxom woman can provide a really fine show ...
In the way she does as she attempts to alleviate what must be the considerable pain ...
That a bullet fired into her breast must cause her!
And he knew almost for a certainty that his final round was probably completely unnecessary at best ...
Ms Abercrombie didn't respond at all as the slug ripped into her ...
We wondered what had possessed him to do it?
For the sake of achieving a certain symmetry, he supposed ...
Albert walked calmly to his van, emptied his golf bag almost entirely ...
And carried it back into the museum buildings where he inserted the blowpipe into the bag ...
Then tucked the crossbow and a bolt or two under his arm for future reference ...
He had no further use for the luger ...
Were he to shoot again he would be inclined to use a different gun ...
He always wore driving gloves which was a habit he had affected many years before ...
And so the matter of fingerprints was of no real concern to him as he closed the door
at the rear entrance to the museum and drove carefully out of the parking area ...
As much as he would have enjoyed becoming a specialist,
Albert realized that he likely could not confine himself to slaughtering only those women with unusually large breasts ...
Despite the plethora of pendulous and otherwise huge mammaries that appear on the Internet,
the Average Woman On the Street is often not inordinately endowed ...
And so for parctical purposes if for no other reason he knew that he was going to have to take things as the came ...
And after all - it wasn't every day - or at least not every Sunday - that a woman with inordinantly heavy breasts became available ...
One could not pick and choose in these affairs quite as much as he might have liked - or least as much as he thought he would have liked at first ...
In no way was he in the least bit squeamish ...
And he thought it ridiculous when he read in the newpaper that some reporter seemed to be of the opinion that he was ...
But if the truth be known - he had to admit that he did not much care for any inordinate amount of blood ...
At least not for its own sake certainly - and so never was he at all inclined to wallow around in it ...
He had of course read of other madmen - and yes - he did consider himself to be insane - or at the very least unsane if you will ...
He had knowledge of those who did enjoy the flow of blood for its own sake - or for what the blood represents - whatever that may be?
But he wasn't overly enamored with the idea of either basking or bathing himself in buckets of the viscous fluid ...
Oh, yes! There was no gainsaying the fact that the initial spurt as his knife punched into a woman's gut did impart a thrill of it's own ...
Or the wonderful grunts of protest she made as a bullet drove into her chest ...
But it was after all rather similar to having an ejaculation - and what did you have on your hands after that - other than perhaps a sticky mess?
His use of a firearm as a weapon of choice had served to avoid much of the messiness inherent in knifing his victim
if for no other reason than that he could operate at a somewhat safer distance ...
And that of course was his primary objective as he performed his preliminary investigation on the habits and habitat of his next target ...
In this case it was not so much a matter of wishing to avoid her spilled blood
as much as it was his fear of getting close enough to become involved personally in any way ...
Thus far there was absolutely no connection between any of his victims ...
And the only thing that they shared in common that he was aware of was in meeting their deaths that he had been the perpetrator who had carried it to them ...
And so here it was ...
Another Sunday Morning on which the Church Bells had chimed ...
And here he was sauntering about with a bag of golf clubs slung over his shoulder ...
And another woman was laying abed as he knew very well that she would be!
This was not a private residence but a motel that was situated in close proximity to an exit from the expressway that was located just outside of town.
Nothing could be more normal than the sight of a fellow taking a golf bag
from the side door of his van in the parking area of a motel on a Sunday morning, now could it?
Inside the golf bag in addition to a few of the clubs he carried along as props -
was the hollow reed blowpipe he had liberated from the museum on the morning he had plugged Ms Abercrombie ...
What a magnificent creature she had been! He was given to drool almost at the memory of her!
There couldn't be anything better than the way a woman can lift her breasts as she suffers her death agony! Could there be?
He was going to have to concentrate on the matter at hand! This blowpipe was not something he could take apart and carry arround in an attache case ...
But he was not a professional assassin after all and so he thought that he had done well to think of his golf clubs - and of course - their bag ...
He was entirely certain that perhaps some measure of his success so far
could be attributed to the very fact that he was an amateur and not a professional by any means!
He wasn't paid for what he had done nor for what he was going to do ...
No ... His only compensation - and the only thing he sought -
was the enjoyment he derived in watching his victims go through their gymnastic exercises as he slew them ...
And that was sufficient compensation in his book!
He withdrew the blowpipe from the golf bag and removed a dart from a water-tight tupper-ware refrigerator storage box
in which he usually put a few left-overs from his evening meal ...
The woman who was his designated target was there plainly visible in the window of her room on the first floor just as he had intended that she would be!
He had no cause to hurry this shot and yet at the same time he could not afford to go about it in quite as leisurely a fashion
as he could when he was working behind closed doors ...
He levelled the hollow reed and aimed carefully ...
He had put in a good many hours practicing in preparation for this very moment and now that it had arrived he was still uncertain ...
What if he should miss? He mustn't think about it!
What a truly fine speciman this woman was!
What a trophy her body would be were he able to have her stuffed and mounted!
What a fine idea that was!
Hell! Big Game Hunters did it all the time!
How often had he gazed into the hypnotic glass eyes of the stuffed moose head that hung over the fireplace mantel at the lodge?
Only in this case he wouldn't mount the woman's head to hand on a wall!
No way!
It was to be her entire body or nothing!
He sighed and exhaled to relax ...
If that were the case then he rather suspected that he was to have no trophy to take home after all ...
He took a deep breath - sighted once again quickly - and blew ...
He didn't hear the dart as it struck home - and at first he was almost disappointed at the woman's reaction -
or perhaps he should have said the lack of her reaction ...
Because it seemed that about all she did was stand there and there was certainly nothing particularly remarkable about that ...
But the poison in which he had carefully dipped the tip of his dart was a powerful concoction ...
And so the woman had little more than the opportunity to look down ...
To stare in brief wonder at the visible portion of the dart as it protruded from the very center of her navel ...
And her body lurched foward and back - and then pitched down to sprawl atop the bed that had served to catch her ...
He had the sports rifle presented to him as a birthday present one year and at one time during his college career
he had developed into a pretty fair shot ...
And so it seemed only natural that he would get around to using it eventually ...
The golf bag concept had worked so well for the blowpipe that he had decided that it would provide him with a safe way to transport the gun
around ...
He was not one of those who go about with a gun-rack mounted behind the seat of his van ... That seemed to him to be entirely too conspicuous!
The only thing that he had done recently which was perhaps not entirely sportsmanlike was to add the optional silencer ...
The Church Bells had very nearly driven him to utter distraction during the course of the several weeks
that it took him to determine who his next victim should be ...
Actually locating a suitable target posed no where near the the difficulty that he had encountered in the task he had assigned to himself in using the blowpipe ...
Perhaps it was his own rising level of impatience that caused him to choose the rifle in his latest outing?
If that were the case then he would do well to take some time off to relax!
He would give that subject due consideration at a future date - for at present he had a task set out before him ...
Contrary to his usual habit, the woman he had selected to serve as his target was rather petite ...
Especially when he thought of Ms Abercrobie - who had been all but an unintentional target in the first place ...
He had gone to the museum that Sunday morning intent upon retrieving the luger were it still in the desk where he had first discovered it ...
The the thought had occured to him that in future forays he would do well to make use of the blowpipe and the crossbow -
and he still had a bit more practice to put in with the crossbow before he put it to use ...
But in all of this, Ms Abercrombie had provided what could only be called an unexpected pleasure!
The young woman who was his target for today was certainly not quite as buxom as Ms Abercrombie ...
But she proved to be every bit as tough!
And perhaps even more so!
His every shot had been right on target as he concentrated his fire on the young woman's chest!
Round upon round he fired into another chesty young woman!
It was not that he was being the least bit vindicative for he had no rational reason to be ...
He hardly knew who she was and nothing of her personal life other than her penchant for lolling about nude in the privacy of her home ...
And still she continued to stand in defiance of him with her back pressed to the door! He pumped still another slug into the girl's chest ...
When at last she could withstand no more - he watched as she toppled slowly to fall face-down on her bed ...
And it was then that it occured to him that perhaps next time he should back his target up against a wall somehow
so that he could determine how much lead she could withstand before she went down!
While it was true that he did not allow himself to wallow in the blood of his victims ...
Still he was forced to admit that he did indeed revel in the writhing contortions that they performed for his benefit ...
At length the girl had toppled over onto her bed where she lay gasping her last ...
She had proven to him that the substantially constructed females were his kind if woman if only for the punishment they could take!
He had neither the need nor the desire to see that the woman was utterly dead before he made his departure ...
And since it was readily apparent that the major part of her performance was at an end, he deemed it prudent to be off and on his way ...
At times he really did feel pangs of regret in not being able to preserve the bodies of his victims and so keep them to himself in some way ...
But then he realized the sheer impracticality of the thing ...
The matter of her preservation being the key factor of course ...
And besides which - since whe was in fact dead - it meant that there was nothing that would enable her to perform - and yes - to react to him as she had ...
And since that was the case - then what would be the point in having what would only prove to be another innanimate body laying around?
No .. It would be far better to track another woman down to see how she performed in her turn!
The rifle had been a highly effective weapon - there was no argument there - and yet he had felt that there was an element that was missing -
even as the woman had withstood all the punishment that she had ...
And that missing element had been the less than conspicous way that his bullet had taken her ...
A knife provided what was arguably the most up close and personal touch that one could attain - while the gun was far more - how should he say? Aloof ...
But he had decided that what was truly missing was the physical manifestation of the weapon that had undone her ...
And so on this particular outing he was determined to put the crossbow he had acquired to the test ...
The Church Bells had continued tolling for week after week while he continued to practice persistently ...
And perhaps as he thought of it that it was just as well that he had gone on hiatus for a period of time ...
The only thing that had been at all predictable about him thus far was his penchant for killing time on Sundays ...
And so a break in the action could only put anyone who might be in pursuit that much farther off the scent ...
The woman who was his chosen target was a loner - which was fine with him - he didn't like crowds any too much himself ...
And to pick off any target in a crowded place?
That he felt confident he would leave to the professional hit men ...
He was far more comfortable working in relative privacy ...
The female did too apparently ...
A fine female speciman woman who often went through a series of aerobic exercises in the relative privacy of her own room ...
His approach, unfortunately had not gone undetected ...
But his potential victim seemed unperterbed and so with no more than what must have been a knowing glance cast in his direction,
she proceeded to go about her routine ...
And not only that but to his intense joy she approached her window where she gave him and opportunity to take his best shot!
And he did! Although he had to honest with himself that it had been more a matter of luck than any overwhelming degree of accuracy in his marksmanship ...
He had intended to put a shaft directly between the woman's monumental breasts ... To his mind she deserved no less!
But she had been a fair distance away and so the flight path of his bolt dropped to a degree ...
He had feared for a moment that the shaft would drop and hit the side of the building - but it did not ...
Instead he was rewarded with the sight of an Amazon Queen with a pair of arrows protruding from her chest and gut!
His shaft had not driven in as deeply as he might have hoped it would ...
But he had to assume that it was her rock-hard stomach muscles that had prevented any further penetration ...
Even as it was his arrows proved to be deep enough - For try as she might - this proud Amazon proved unable to pull either one of them from her chest or gut ...
He watched as she continued in her struggle for some time before at last her strength failed her and she pitched back and away from the window
to fall somewhere out of his line of sight ...
He thought that he might retrieve his bolts and so he quickly ascended the fire escape in order to her a better look ...
But upon closer inspection, he decided that he had no great need for those particular shafts ...
And so he left them both protruding from her body as she lay there on her back ...
The Church Bells were chiming again this Sunday as was there perennial habit ...
Lor-rrd! But if they only knew how those insistent peals provoked him -
he was more than certain that they would cease ringing them for once and for all!
Somehow the sound of the bells provoked the memory of that magnificent Amazon laying dead upon the ground with his bolts protruding from her body!
What a shot that had been!
True - it had been at least somewhat unintentional - but he couldn't have asked for it to have turned out any better ...
Particularly the way the woman had toppled backward leaving her laying in what could only be called the Classic Display of the Fallen Warrior ...
Why it was almost more than anyone dare ask!
He decided that he particularly admired these unusually massive females ...
But he had taken down three of them in succession and so he dare not kill another too soon -
lest some pattern evolve what would put every one of the big babes on her guard!
No - it would be far better to take out a librarian - or at least a woman who was not an althlete of any kind irrespective of how she earned her livelihood ...
Well! At least the Bells had ceased tolling for another week! Now let's see! Who and How were the questions at hand ...
So far Ms Abercrombie's boyfriend was the only suspect that the police had ...
And they were all but moving Heaven and Earth in their attempts to lay this current series of murders
at the feet of the unfortunate lad who was protesting his innocence mightly as might well be expected ...
Tragic of course ...
But at the same time it cannot be denied that these things unfortunately do happen!
And perhaps the police would succeed in building a case of circumstantial evidence around the boy
and the string of unsolved murders that they had on their desk blotters ...
That may be asking a bit much of course, but what else did they have to go on?
And besides ...
He felt that it was perhaps time for him to go on hiatus for an interval of - how long?
Well - that depended of course ...
But he had found that the Church Bells no longer seemed to disturb him to the extent that they did at first ...
Following his retirement the only other job he could find other than bagging groceries at the local supermarket - was an opening as a church custodian ...
A Church Sexton was the somewhat more officious sounding title ...
And of course as sexton one of his official duties was to rout out of bed to ring the Church Bells on each and every Sunday morning ...
All of which just went to show that a man could adjust to almost anything once he set his mind to it!
