Leslie sat on the bed watching the news. Next to him, the woman lay face down, her face no longer the lovely alabaster that had attracted his attention as he drove by her street corner. Her clothes had been classier, though still more revealing, than her companions. She’d taken one look at his car, given him a quick advance preview of her assets and jumped in the car when he thrust open the door. She’d been adequate in the sack, but last night adequate hadn't been enough. As she labored to satisfy, he’d wrapped his hands around her neck. He’d taken his time, squeezing until the thrashing of her body slowed, easing up, then squeezing again, until she quit moving.
He didn’t know it was so easy kill. Far easier than he’d imagined. He didn’t know why he had waited so long to try it. He felt
