In The End

Pine Hills Nursing home is a good place for me. I could no longer really take care of myself and my victims so it is best for me to be here. It is one step down from assisted living but my condition is too frail for me to live alone. I know it is not the best when each morning I take the egg and biscuit and gravy on the paper plate and use the plastic fork to get it into my mouth. The other morning I was shaking in the hands department so Nurse William assisted me with the fork to mouth thing. He has beautiful hands that I noticed very much while he was orally administrating my ration. My gaze moved up this hairy arm and focused a spell on his bicep. Yes, he is built like one of those I had pleasure in having, years and years ago.1

Right before his bringing my tray in I had the energy to get out of bed when I heard the sound of his tacky little Jeep arriving. He took his proper parking space. Tacky is always the sound of his engine and better than any alarm clock; I always let him wake me up with his coming. This morning had me to the window big time. The sound added to his arrival this morning was a blown tire making that one of a kind sound of aggravation on the pavement. He removed his light leather jacket and set to the sweat producing job of the five minute tire change. The tire iron in his hands was like seeing a symphony conductor working his magic. It was almost like seeing a man replace his tire with a raging hard-on. He worked the lug nuts with precise and almost endearing movements. He had my 88 year old cock on fire.2

Hardest I had been since crucifying that yardworker down at the railyard. I placed him spread out on one of the crossties and nailed him down. Secured his hands and spread him as far as I could and completed him with a smaller block of wood down by his feet. He cum really good from the pain he liked so much but even more from the hot blowjob I could give in those days. And then my fantasy set in. I had to wait for hours for the train to flush away the memory of him. I cum again right as the red spray left my right side of the tracks. I went down to the puddle left of him and took me a piss. Got myself collected and up again and gave him one last shot of cum. He was a good cocksucker. And a hot nutlicker. We spent a week together in that boarding house in Maine. I got him to trusting me. It took a short battery of lies. We took a walk; he never returned.3

After breakfast I went to the music room. It has a radio. A disc player. I wanted to hear "Midnight Confessions" by The Grassroots. I wanted to hear about that little gold ring ya wear on ya hand that makes me understand that you belong to another and that you will never be mine. My men were all married. I always looked for that ring. It was the best, the most exquisite torture, to mash that ring to a flat head. The delicious pain of them losing that finger to my lust. 4

I had so many and found each to be so different. The joy of finding secret things about them. The guys who sported only one ball below their dicks. The one guy with four toes on his left foot. Sucking on one nut with only one desire to kill always got me off. My only turn off was doing the dude, married as he was, but dressed in pink panties when I disrobed him. He was a cop who ticketed me on a LONG DESERTED HIGHWAY. And we got to talking. He got really hot and one of the things I remember is that he wanted me to do some urethra play with my car keys. I put the key into his piss slit and he told me to turn it like I was starting the car. I did. And his cum spurted out in no time. 5

He got me so fucking hot. But those pychotic pink panties turned me off so bad. I wanted to kill him without any of my usual rituals. After I dispatched him I hated him so bad that I bit his lips. He had been such a damn good kisser. I hated him so much and those fucking women's drawers that I bit him many times and drew his dead blood. It got me so hot I started licking it. It tasted so good that finally...in the end...I chewed off parts of his lips and ate them and swallowed them. This was my only foray into doing this kind of shit. Honest to God.6

Before leaving the music room I wanted to hear Heart sing "Who Will You Run To?" Who ever loved their victims more than I did? I came home every night lonely to take a man on his ultimate adventure.7

Days are all alike it seems here at Pine Hills. But Nurse William told me some stressing news today. He has just become engaged. His wedding will take place in about three months.8

I can hardly wait to see his wedding ring. I can hardly wait to plan his adventure.9

I got to get back to my room and rest some. And then pull out the scrapbook I dare to keep hidden in a locked trunk. It is all the newspaper articles about that serial killer that they never caught. He was the Left Hand Right Finger killer.