Eric continued to reflect as he settled in for the ride down to the station.

The first one really was an accident. Rachel had been beautiful woman, fiery though. Long flowing red hair and the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. She really knew how to push my buttons. That woman was simply relentless. She had a temper that was simply out of control. That last time was truly the last time that I would have to deal with her flare-ups. It started simply enough with one of our usual arguments about money. I slapped her during the argument and she lunged at me. It was almost a natural reaction to grab the fireplace poker and strike her. Once I hit her once; I couldn’t stop. The adrenaline flowing through me was just too powerful. It was like I had omnipotent power. I could decide in that moment whether she lived or died. I had no idea that I would enjoy it that much; the feeling was almost orgasmic. That feeling was short lived when I realized that I had to figure out what to do with the body. Once I looked around, while I was trying to decide what to do, the amount of blood was unbearable. Not only was I going to have to lug this body somewhere, but I was going to have to clean up this mess.

Once I dumped the body in the woods and moved out of town; I had an epiphany and that is when the planning started. First I realized that she had been the perfect victim – an orphan that grew up to be a homemaker. There was no family and no co-workers to miss her or look for her. It was almost too easy.

It was then that I decided that I could combine my love for women and my new found joy to make myself some money. I’ll admit; I was a little angry that I hadn’t thought of it sooner. I mean, I took care of the first one and I didn’t even get anything for it, but rest assured that I would not make the same mistake twice. Yes, I thought with a few improvements I had a blueprint for a highly lucrative ‘career.’ Eric struggled to keep his smile inside at that memory.