"Innocent as a Dove" he laughed as he remembered the words Tracy had told him the night before...
Now she laid on his bed, stark naked, fast asleep and unaware of her surroundings.

They had met at a bar, he was about to send another glass of vodka to it's liquid death when she had walked into the bar.
Time must have stopped because she simply paused at the door long enough to cause moping eyes, wagging tongues and lustful thoughts into the hearts and mind of all the men and even some ladies at the bar.

There is something captivating about a blonde on bloodshot red lipstick and black gown.
Damn! Even her cologne overpowered the gut wrenching smell of alcohol that filled the room. She had walked up to the bar and ordered for her drink like James Bond...

She simply said vodka, shaken not stirred and the way she said it made him feel like she was indeed a secret agent.
He took a quick glance at her and decided that she was much more than that. There was something different about her, the way she talked, the confidence she exhumed, she was simply not human.

He took all the liquid courage he could gulp down and walked up to her and said "hey, I am Steven, say, what's a beautiful lady like yourself doing in this scum palace?"
She simply smiled and said even a beauty can be found in the home of beasts. That was how the conversation started and maybe it was the alcohol talking but they connected like the had an instant chemistry.

He smiled once more remembering how she had ended up at his place, how they had made a bet and she had lost and perhaps she threw that bet intentionally because she was in need of touch and he seemed like the best candidate. Well not to brag, he was indeed the best candidate available.

He still couldn't believe he got the girl, her moans still echoed in his ears, all the styles and pleasure they both received, the intense moment of passion that was unforgettable and the best part was how flexible and cooperative she was in bed. To Steve, Christmas had come early and he was going to ensure he unwrapped his presents.

He was a winner and alcohol, although the catalyst, was not the only culprit.
She turned around and faced him and gave him a smile of what was to follow and it indeed followed.
He was no match for her apetite and he loved it. For that period she was his and he was hers and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly his mood changed, his eyes devoid of color or emotion he once showed, his lips hardened by what was to follow and the lust in his heart, quenched like a candle in a hurricane.
He reached under his pillow and grabbed the flexible string and rolled them into both hands...

She was asleep again once more, he was determined to make sure she never woke this time around.
Her last memories were those of tightness around her neck and shortness of breath. She was dead and gone in the hands of Steven, he was not remorseful as this was not his first victim.
She had died in the hands of a notable serial killer who sleeps with women and then kills them!