For the rest of the day they were cuddling and kissing each other in front of everyone, holding hands and giving each other light pecks, they were acting like two little school girls, just like those two from Evanston, Illinois I don't fondly remember… Then when it was bed time those two were fucking each other for the rest of the night, they were worse than Denny and Shaz. Now they're engaged and planning to be married later this year, but I'll make sure that won't happen.

"Let's get those two Tongue-Twisters before they start tongue-twisting each other's you know what."

So to prevent myself from hearing anymore mushy lezzie stuff, I kicked the door wide open.

"Aha! I knew it! My new gaydar device works perfectly!" Yep I got this one on sale at Tesco.

"Oh my bloody God! How do you know we're here?"

"Uh, this guy told me…" Jim then appeared next to me as I was pointing to him. There was even greater shock on their faces, they knew their time was up.

"I always knew you two were a bunch of denial lezzies."

"Actually love, we've been out of the closet since Christmas. Jim could have told you that." Julie S told me. I look at Jim with disbelief on my face.

"Why didn't you tell me Jim?"

"I just wanted to see how long it will take before you found out." Jim said with a smirk. Those two Twat Ticklers were giggling.

"You two shut up before I smack you like your first pimp did."

Those two quickly shut their mouths. He was very brutal on them and I can't blame him.

"After we're done, I'm gonna get you for that." I said to Jim.

"But for now, it's time for us to straighten you two out." So me and Jim got on their bed and pinned them down on their bed. We punched those two Tongue Twisters in their face a few times, I was punching Julie Johnston and Jim was punching Julie Saunders. Then we got the branding irons and burned 'LESSIE' on both of their foreheads (OK me and Jim has this big debate over how to spell 'lezzie' on the branding iron. Jim said it should be with 'SS' and I said it should be with 'ZZ'. Well the guy who made it for us is British so he went with 'SS'. I still think it's 'LEZZIE'). We got them out of their bed, but we forgot that they were naked. That was a big mistake since me and Jim had to see their used-up, worn-out naked bodies in front of us. Jim was about to throw up but he was able to hold it. I couldn't believe that I was looking at Julie Saunder's wrinkled and sagging breast.

I usually like to make my killings long and painful but I couldn't stand looking at them naked so I told Jim to make it quick. He pulled out the icicle he got from their freezer and stabbed Julie Johnston in the neck. Blood was gushing out and a few minutes later she died.

"NOOOOOOOO! YOU MANIACS, YOU KILLED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, NOOOOOOOOOO! You killed the only reason for my existence on this earth, now I don't want to live anymore." She crying like crazy.

I told her "We can arrange that."

So we grabbed her and brought her close to the window. The window was located at the back of the house so we weren't worried whether people will see this. Beside this is Hackney, they're used to seeing people dying here. She was now terrified.

"No please, please don't throw me out of that window!"

We didn't say anything for a short while, but then I said rather coldly "If I throw you out of this window, will you fly?"

"Let's find that out." Jim said and then we threw her out of the window. Since she was on the third floor (ok third storey, are you Brits happy now?), I assumed that she fell about 10 metres to the ground and landed on concrete. Needless to say she died.

We looked down at the splattered body and then I looked at Jim and said "So I guess the answer is no?"

Jim didn't even bother to say a word.

"Now that we're done with those two Muff Divers, let's pay a visit to your old boss Neil Grayling."

Jim had a Cheshire Cat grin on his face when I said that. I knew he had to come to this trip and I knew he was going to have a fun time with the next one.

END OF PART 3, CHAPTER 4.