He rubbed his stubble and squinted at his bathroom mirror. His reflection was smirking. He had lost weight, looked trim.
It was just a bout of flu after all.
Now he felt a lot better; he would finish his outstanding print job, and then have a wash and shave, and go out on the prowl.
Another Lucy? But he would have to be careful. The pigs would be on high alert, and the Bristol TV news was full of his misadventure with Candice, the stupid bitch. He hadn’t asked for much; just wanted to feel the real thing. But no, she had to make a fuss, got him angry – and for what? Serve her right. Just trash.
Maybe he could weasel his way back into Lucy’s house. He wanted to make sure her daughter, Jasmine, was keeping well.
But it didn’t quite go like that. Lucy shouted at him to fuck off from her upstairs window. No way did she want him anywhere near her daughter. Ungrateful bitch. He’d teach her a lesson.
Plan B meant sitting outside near her house in his car until a punter came along, and then scare him off when she opened the door.
That didn’t work. After two hours of nothing – no punters - he was fed up. And it was cold. But then his luck changed. A distinguished looking man with silver grey hair and wearing a dark blue overcoat approached. The man looked out of place in these back streets; more suited to the law courts or Conservative club, or...? He couldn’t remember, but the man did seem familiar. The man appeared to be checking the door numbers. When he reached number seventeen he rang the bell.
One of her regulars?
The upstairs window opened. ‘Be with you in a minute, sugah.’
The window closed and he was out of his Cortina. He rushed over to the man.
‘Police are watching this house. I’m her minder. Fuck off out of it.’
The man frowned; looked puzzled, maybe a glint of recognition? The man appeared to be considering his options.
He knew the feeling; so close to satisfying his hunger. ‘I’m serious, mate,’ he growled, and then jabbed his hairy paw at the man. ‘You want trouble?’
He could hear the locks being opened. The man stood there for a moment, and then shook his head, and briskly did an about-turn.
The door opened and he pushed his way inside, shutting the door behind him. ‘Hello Lucy’, he said. ‘How’s Jasmine?’
She gasped; her mouth opened, but he put a huge paw across her mouth and stifled the scream. ‘We don’t want to wake up Jasmine ... do we?’
She trembled her way up the stairs and into the bedroom. Closed curtains, dimmed lighting - her perfume invading his nostrils. He could smell her; now he wanted to taste her – and punish her. She didn’t say anything. Just removed her housecoat, and let him feast his eyes on her voluptuousness.
This is going to be so good, he thought. He motioned to the bed with a teddy sitting on a lacy pillow - looking at him out of one glass eye. He smiled. ‘Bareback time, Lucy.’
She was shaking her head at him, making little mewing sounds. Her eyes bulged.
‘Please don’t hurt me.’
‘Not so lippy, now, are you, bitch?’
She began to cry. ‘I’m sorry ... sorry.’
‘I said bareback time, Lucy. Now, before I get really mad.’
She groaned and turned over – pushed away the teddy - and buried her face in the pillow, still sobbing.
He ran his hand up and down her spine. Felt her shiver with anticipation. He could tell it was anticipation.
He pulled her legs apart. ‘I’m going to punish you, Lucy, for having a bad mouth.’ He started to stroke her with his fingers - then more firmly.
‘No. Not that. Please don’t.’ She started to wriggle. ‘You’re hurting me.’
She tried to turn over. ‘Please stop.’
He pressed harder. ‘Shut the fuck up.’
‘Danny Boy ... please.’
He punched her. ‘You want this instead?’ He punched her again. ‘Course you do, slag.’
Then she was fighting him.
The light went off.
The child bawling had penetrated his consciousness. The light came back on. He surveyed the mess. Had he been that angry?
He could hear her choking; blood and bile dripped down her chin. So that was okay, then.
He didn’t like doing it with dead slags; Candice hadn’t been any fun. Lucy would be much better. Oh, so much better.
And then he might finish up telling her how he was going to keep Jasmine quiet.
Hello sweetheart. Uncle Danny Boy wants to show you something.