Why I Kill - 2nd Kill - Kellie - Rated R

2nd Kill - Kellie

After a couple of more weeks of driving and thinking. Like the old Bon Jovi song I drive sometimes for days, not sleeping when I did it was usually at a rest stop in the back of "Camie".

Been a while since I slept in a bed, I pulled off in Emporia, Virginia a good mid size town. So I pulled into the Red Carpet Inn, a good cheap flophouseish hotel. I figure I check out a local food and booze dive called Destry Restaurant and Lounge the air was heavy with smoke and stale beer. A couple of battered pool tables sat in one corner.

I bellied up to the bar as the bartender, a woman who passed her prime sometime when JFK was in office. She gave me the required semi-flirt and took my order. Double shot of Jack Daniels neat, a good bit of that rough house charcoal golden fire found it way down my throat. I sat at the bar and ordered a steak, much like the bartender it was well pass its prime. I talked to her, causal stuff how is the weather, what are the hot clubs in town, are you married, where is a good liquor store..

I found out her name was Kelli and she was divorced and living off highway 301 on Moonlight Rd. We talked until closing. She offered me a ride back to the hotel, I asked her point-blank if she like to ride me.. At first she seemed embarrassed then quickly nodded and told me that she had not had ridden a real dick in a few months that I looked dangerous and bad. And she liked dangerous and bad.

We quickly grabbed some booze and condoms from the local S-Mart and headed to her place. I felt my blood pulsing the wind did little to cool the heat of my body as she raced into the night. She hurried at the door opening it, inside she was on me like I was a juicy steak to a dying man. It had been a while for me too, but I was starting to get other ideas.

The sex was hard fast and varied.(To those thinking you where about to get some jerk off material FUCK YOU go find another blog or go to www.fuckingpreverts.com ) and a couple of hours we drank

some booze, ate a snack and just starting kind foreplaying for the next round. It never happened I fell asleep for a bit..

I awoke to see Kelli taking the cash out of my wallet. So much for her being just a woman at the bar.. I thought to myself "She has done this a few times before". I made some noise and she quickly jumped back into bed and became the sexpot again. I told her I wanted another round before I left, and that I needed to use the toilet. And to put on another rubber, she quickly agreed. I saw her go back to getting the cash out of my wallet.

While in the bathroom I looked around and found a towel with I tore a good long strip from and checked around for aspirin and drain cleaner and found them. I hid the strip under my arm as I when back into the bedroom. We started rolling around finally ending up the way I wanted her doggie style. As she thrust against me I eased my hand down and grabbed the strip of towel.

Her thrusts quickened against my hard dick, but it was hard for another reason. As she lost herself in the pounding waves of an orgasm I quickly looped the strip around her neck, pulled out and sat on her ass while pulling tight. I cum for a different reason filling the condom.. her twitches stop as she goes limp.

I let go and quickly grab the drain cleaner and aspirin, both get poured down her throat. More drain cleaner goes in her cunt and on the bed. I smash the bottle of booze. It's not prefect but it looks like a drunken rage, drug overdose. I hear knocking at the door, I freeze who could it be?  I quickly grab a towel and run to the door. I open it to the all-knowing look of a woman around Kellie's age that smells like she had been drenched in the essence of bar. She smiles and tells me her name is Wanda and is Kellie around. I tell her she is sleeping, she smiles and nods. "Kellie has a new guy ever week, I don't know why she doesn't settle down. Alot of the guys she brings over looks nice. Anyway tell her to give me a call" she tells me, checking me out

I smile back, she leaves. I get my clothes on and head back to town. After checking out of the hotel I crank up Camie and hit the road heading south. A couple of hours later I pull off to ditch the clothes in a rest stop trash bin. And hit the I-40 heading west looking for the next kill or shall I say thrill.

Why I kill - 1st Kill - Harry - Rated R

 

At first I just drove around.. you know saw the US. I felt the need growing within me, but I knew I had to explore the US a little more and figure out exactly who should I kill. I needed to find someone who filled my needs but wouldn't be noticed by the police or anymore until I was long gone.

Finally decided the parameters of my segment of the population I could murder:
* Mid size towns (5,000 - 30,000) - Just large nuf where I stranger wouldn't stick out, but not too large to have a large police force

* Single people (21 - 40), older and younger where out for various reasons. Not to mention I think a will and ability to fight back would increase the high

* Income level - below 50K.. after 50K people tend to have an impact in the community or live in areas that have security

* Housing - starter homes, low level/older apartment complexes and trailer parks

* Location - within 20 miles of a major highway or interstate on most major highways and interstates you can open it up and be in another state quickly, but rest stops are great places to get rid of evidence and switch clothes
Anyhow driving up and down I-95 one day and noticed I was running low on gas. So I pull over into this town in GA called Kingsland. Rolled up to Chevron Food Mart.. got some gas and while heading out I noticed a bulletin board with a want ad for a carpenter. Well I am okay with a hammer and saw, so I pull out my cell (one of those pay as you go plans so I could ditch it at any time) and call him up. He tells me his name is Harry (not his real name, don't want to cause anyone any more grief by posting their names) and he needs a shed built. I ask him how much is he willing to pay, that I had a fair bit of experience building sheds (a small lie, but I knew enough to fake it). He asked for references I gave him names of some companies out-of-state (gotta love 411.com look up a few companies and write them down for reference. People and small companies never bother to call them I have found out)

He asks me if I am new in town and why in a couple of different states. I tell him I divorced my wife and kids so I kinda wander around looking for work. A long pause I think I blew it, but he tells me he will pay $300 or $100 plus room and grub. I smile, Harry sounds worth a closer look, I tell him I take the $100 plus room and grub. He gives me directions. I get back in the car and end up a older but decent shape house out on White Oak road near the Crooked River. Harry is a good fellow, about average height, black hair, brown eyes, crispy brown from being out in the sun too much. He looks "Camie"  over and whistles, tells me that is a nice ride. Then he points to his 95 Chevy S10 and tells me to get in, he take me to go eat. Takes me to this place called Sonny's Real Pit back in town.

Over some nice BBQ, onion rings and tea he tells me what he wants. Sound pretty easy a tool shed about 10 foot wide, 6 foot tall. He has all the lumber and nails at 84 Lumber and had them deliver it. After that he takes me back to start work. When in no time I have the basic structure up and up pretense of taking a break I ask Harry about his life and find out he lives along. Never had a need for women after a few bad relationships, told me he spoke his mind too much for women. He pretty much did landscaping and brickwork for expenses. Told me he liked fishing.

The next of couples days passed uneventfully, I discovered where he liked to fish. It was a nice very isolated spot where a stream feed into the Crooked River. I could barely control my lust as I finished the shed. Harry paid me and I asked to go fishing with him before I went. He told me sure, I told him I had pick up fishing supplies. I purchased fishing supplies, a hatchet, razors, trash bags and some bleach. I sliced off a couple of layers of skin on my fingers and bleached them real good so they would leave very faint prints and bleach is pretty good at destroying DNA

Night came and we went to his favor fishing hole. We talked about trivial things for a while, the fishing was good. We caught a couple of good-sized bass and a catfish. As the night grew on, I knew it was time. I could feel the blood raging in my body it felt like was in a raging rapids. My dick grew stiff and oozing precum.. so much Harry commented if I seen a mermaid. He stopped laughing as our eyes met and he realized what was about to happen.

He rose up to say something or defend himself I never know. As soon as I dropped the pole and raised up the hatchet everything because a orgasmic blur, time slowed down, if felt godlike, I barely realized I came as the hatchet connected with his face it was like I could see every droplet of blood every bit of bone, every brain cell as it flew. His body just started twisting and twitching uncontrollably. I wasn't prepared for that I expected him to drop like a sack of flour

His body flopped into the water thrashing around, fear quickly replaced lust. Someone was going to hear that I jumped in the water quickly and hit Harry a couple of more times with the back of the hatchet... Finally he goes quiet. I drag his body out of the water and get him back on the shore. I go thur his wallet grab the cash in there as well as the condom (never know when that would come in handy). I hit him a few more times with the hatchet and drug him around to make it look like a robbery. I sat him up beside a tree where it looked like he was sleeping.

I quickly took off my clothes and put them in a trash bag. and poured the bottle of bleach on me. It burned but I knew I needed to wash the blood off of me. I ran back to Camie naked. Popped the truck go out fresh clothes. I cranked her up and drove off like I was out for a Sunday drive. Once on the I-95 I drove north stopping in SC to wash the bloody clothes in some of that new protein detergent. Once I did that I drove around and found a Goodwill store to drop them off.

The high lasted for days.. but then I felt the need to kill again..

 

Why I kill - Intro - Rated R

First my name is Herb Tuner Mill (not my real name)

 

I am old enough to been around the block a few times, seen a few things, raised some hell in my youth. Even did some time in the local pen. But I did the typical things, got a decent job nothing really mind-blowing I managed a couple of modular home companies and did some construction on the side. Got married, she popped out a couple of kids. The more I saw, the more I began to question was it all worth it, we work harder to have more things to work harder for.

 

I guess my current career began when I hit a drunk man walking the roads with my classic orange 71 Chevy El Camino, I colorfully call "Camie". I thought I would be scared shitless but I found myself staring at the blood all over the chrome and the twisted mangled body feeling more alive that ever. For the first time in a long time I saw everything so clear.. its like someone taking a clawhammer to the framework of reality. My life seemed so meaningless before that moment. I felt an extreme drug like rush, my dick stiffened harder than it had in years. I felt as giddy as a teenager finding out he was going to get lucky that night. Of course I got arrested by the cops, charged and cleared since the guy had twice the legal limit in him and had a list of DUI's a mile long.

 

I tried to go back to a normal life.. it felt so fake and cheap even sex paled in comparison to the high I felt. Every time I think of it, it was like getting high for the few time all over. I began to watch snuff films and go out of my way to see accidents or murders.. I drove out all hours of the night in crack gang hoods.. I began to work out just to keep the high was driving me mad.. My wife thought I was sleeping around on her.. One night I decided to go for it. That I needed that high no matter what.. I did research and started to see glaring holes in the legal and justice system. I did the hardest thing I ever could.. I lied to my wife for the first and only time in my life.. I told her I loved another woman, she could have it all if I could just leave her and the kids.. She cried, but she is strong.. I told her it wasn't her fault. No fault divorces are so easy and painless. All I did was keep the car, the laptop I am using to write this and my clothes. Everything else I gave to her or sold on Ebay.

 

Well maybe two lies.. I didn't tell her that I been secretly hiding a couple of grand a year. She always thought it was going into the 401K or the bank.. And with this money I had invested it under a front company (I was going to surprise her at retirement but I found another need for it). I was now single, wealthy enough to stay off the grid.

 

During my rides in the hood I befriended some of the criminal type (surprisingly enough most criminals are easy-going and despite the oblivious pitfalls of their career enjoy life). One of them could for a price could assist in making sure I was off the grid by faking all the paperwork to say I was dead. I "died" a couple of weeks later.. and was reborn into my new life.

 

Alot of people will say I had a messed up childhood, watched too much TV, played too much GTA, did one too many dungeon crawls in AD&D etc.. etc.. But I am here to set the record str8 and list my deeds. I discovered what its like to not be held down in a system designed to slowly kill you. Use to think the rich got richer and poor got poorer.. no modern civilization is grinding us all down. We are losing that wild free spirit that plus us on the top of the food chain in the first place..

 

Why so many Work from home sites for women and none for men

I was looking some work from home sites for some ideas for my business

15 Things a Writer should never do

Source - http://bit.ly/17LC7BJ

 

Based on interviews with authors over the years, conferences, editing dozens of issues of Writer’s Digest, and my own occasional literary forays and flails, here are some points of consensus and observations: 15 of them, things anyone who lives by the pen (or seeks to) might consider. It is, like most things in the writing world, a list in progress—and if you’ve got your own Dos or Don’ts to add, I’d love to hear them in the Comments.

1. Don’t assume there is any single path or playbook writers need to follow. (Or, for that matter, a definitive superlative list of Dos and Don’ts …) Simply put: You have to do what works best for you. Listen to the voices in your head, and learn to train and trust them. More often than not, they’ll let you know if you’re on the right path. People often bemoan the surplus of contradictory advice in the writing world—but it’s there because there really is no yellow-brick road, and a diversity of perspectives allows you to cherry-pick what uniquely suits you and your abilities.

2. Don’t try to write like your idols. Be yourself. Yeah, it sounds a bit cheesy, but it’s true: The one thing you’ve got that no one else does is your own voice, your own style, your own approach. Use it. (If you try to pretend to write like anyone else, your readers will know.) Perhaps author Allegra Goodman said it best: “Know your literary tradition, savor it, steal from it, but when you sit down to write, forget about worshiping greatness and fetishizing masterpieces.”

3. Don’t get too swept up in debates about outlining/not outlining, whether or not you should write what you know, whether or not you should edit as you go along or at the end—again, just experiment and do what works best for you. The freedom that comes with embracing this approach is downright cathartic.

4. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket when it comes to pitching something—always be working on your next book or idea while you’re querying. Keeping your creative side in gear while focusing on the business of selling your work prevents bigger stalls in your writing life down the road.

5. Don’t be unnecessarily dishonest, rude, hostile—people in the publishing industry talk, and word spreads about who’s great to work with, and who’s not. Publishing is a big business, but it’s a pretty incestuous business. Keep those family reunions gossip free.

6. Don’t ever hate someone for the feedback they give you. No piece of writing is universally beloved. Nearly every beta reader, editor or agent will have a different opinion of your work, and there’s value in that. Accept what nuggets you believe are valid, recognize the recurring issues you might want/need to address, and toss the edits your gut tells to toss. (Unless the changes are mandatory for a deal—in which case you’ll need to do some deeper soul searching.) Be open to criticism—it will make you a better writer.

7. … But, don’t be susceptible to the barbs of online trolls—you know, those people who post sociopathic comments for the sake of posting sociopathic comments. That’s what trolls do: they troll (on Amazon, Goodreads, Twitter, etc.). It’s not personal. Which means the message at the core of their words means as little as the 0s and 1s used to code it. Ignore them heartily.

8. Don’t ever lower you guard when it comes to the basics: Good spelling, healthy mechanics, sound grammar. They are the foundations that keep our writing houses from imploding … and our queries from hitting the recycling bin before our stories can speak for themselves.

9. Don’t ever write something in an attempt to satisfy a market trend and make a quick buck. By the time such a book is ready to go, the trend will likely have passed. The astronomical amount of romantic teenage vampire novels in desk drawers is more than a nuisance—it’s a wildfire hazard. Write the story that gives you insomnia.

10. Don’t be spiteful about another writer’s success. Celebrate it. As author Amy Sue Nathan recalled when detailing her path to publication in the upcoming July/August 2013 issue of WD: “Writers I knew were landing book deals and experiencing other things I was working toward, so I made a decision to learn from them instead of begrudging them. I learned that another author’s success doesn’t infringe on mine.”

11. Don’t ever assume it’s easy. Writers with one book on shelves or one story in print often had to keep stacking up unpublished manuscripts until they could reach the publisher’s doorbell. (The exception being those lucky 19-year-old savants you sometimes hear about, or, say, Snooki. But, hey, success still isn’t guaranteed—after all, Snooki’s Gorilla Beach: A Novel has only sold 3,445 copies.) Success is one of those things that’s often damn near impossible to accurately predict unless you already have it in spades.

12. Don’t forget to get out once in a while. Writing is a reflection of real life. It’s all too easy to sit too long at that desk and forget to live it.

13. Don’t ever discount the sheer teaching power (and therapeutic goodness) of a great read. The makeshift MFA program of countless writers has been a well-stocked bookshelf.

14. Don’t be afraid to give up … on a particular piece. Sometimes, a story just doesn’t work, and you shouldn’t spend years languishing on something you just can’t fix. (After all, you can always come back to it later, right?)

15. But, don’t ever really give up. Writers write. It’s what we do. It’s what we have to do. Sure, we can all say over a half-empty bottle of wine that we’re going to throw the towel in this time, but let’s be honest: Very few of us ever do. And none of us are ever really all that surprised when we find ourselves back at our computers, tapping away, and waiting for that electric, amazing moment when the pebble of a story shakes loose and begins to skitter down that great hill …

 

 

Answer to some Groover Universe Questions

A person on asked me the folllowing

Ok, prime amongst the things I want to know is naming conventions, as I am quite horrible with names. Second, political structure, major empires such as these need strong social order. Third, interracial politics, are they all at war, are they all more or less allies, are they just willing to live together with mutual hate, what? Fourth, religion, I want to know a bit more about some of the minor gods, like how to base them, and what patroning's like, do some races lean towards one of the four Elder Gods, or is it all a mishmash? Fifth, humans you said use borrowed tech to get to the skies, meaning there had to be somebody who visited them first. Who, and why? Please answer what you can, or let me know if you're still working on these details, or if I was confusing or anything...

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Here was my reply

1. Naming Conventions, I don't have any hard and fast rules other than I personally prefer names I can easily pronounce.

2. Political Structure I am working on getting that  posted to my blog as well as here (if enough interest is shown) The major groups in the universe is the Tribrust Alliance which is humans, elves and Renalesar which are basically the militarily might of the universe , The Freebooters which are a group of various races that try to get groups to talk their issues out and the University of Death aka UniDeath they aspire to make assassination and bounty hunter a fine art and not a half ass messy affair.

3. Who is at war, Who is allies, again I am working on that however for when the shared universe "begins" interstellar war is not occurring  however their are plenty of plots to wage war on the grand scale of space. In general interstellar war is a rare beast considering the cost of building and maintaining enough space vessels for a space war.

4. Minor gods are facets of a aspect, Example on Planet X the aspect of war may take from as the Goddess Grima the Dog faced Howler of battle, however on Planet Y the aspect of war may take the form of a wise old tactician Shew-Fee.. So a mortal can rise to take the mantle of a Aspect, when they do they assume all the forms that aspect takes. This allows new forms of the aspect to be created, killed or fade away.

The Greater and Elder aspects are a less hands on, they basically manage the lesser gawds and the forms are lessed varied example Firah the Greater God of fire is a ball of purple flame on both Planet X and Planet Y

As a whole, the pantheon on the various worlds are geared more toward way the majority of people believe. One a planet that the majority of the domaint race is warlike the pantheon will be heavy into the aspects of war, death, fire, iron and glory aspect forms for nature, peace or love may be muted or even non-existence

5. How X race got into space, since their are many ways into space their is no one way. On some planets the race may have found their way to the stars by trial and error, some planets there are naturely occurring items that allow space travel and on still others the keys into space may have been given or taken from another space faring races the major space faring technologies are:

Magic - Example using magic to create a air bubble around the ship and causing the ship to lift into space.. such as the Powered Krstyals that many races use that are charged by magic users.

Tech - Example is the heavy oil powered star cruisers of the Renalesar where heavy oil is pumped into huge initiation chambers and the resulting explosion is funneled to the vents to provide thrust and lift

Innate powers or space faring items.. Example Elfhim ships are growth not built. They start from when the tree is a seed, infusing the seed with magics and plant in soil mixed with the ashes of the Elfhim that have "Stepped On" (died). After the tree spouts it is bonded with a TaoTee or in the common tongue literally a tree talker.

The TaoTee is become soulbound to the tree, the tree will not accept another TaoTee and will eventually die. If the tree dies the same happens to the TaoTee. After many years (depends on the size and type of ship), the tree will free itself from the earth and take to the stars with the TaoTee. It also will grow into the flesh of the TaoTee and nourish them

A Elfhim ship pulls its energy from the life of the universe around it. Once starbound it growth slows unless it is damaged.

 

Groover Shared Universe - Overview

I have always been interested in the concept of a shared universe. A universe where many writers, graphic novelists, movie producers even musicians shape the universe. The major ones are Star Wars, Star Trek, Forgotten Realms, Dragonlance, Power Rangers,  DC Universe and others.

Here is a brief overview of my vision. I am looking others to help me forge this universe. At first the rewards will be few, they may never be any real rewards. But each person that helps will get credit no matter what.

 

At the beginning of every cycle, the Groover the gawd of all of nothing, the single expression of the universe and the Great Game. Ethos, the scorekeeper and Thane the collector of souls are the only ones that know how many cycles have come, and how many are left before the Final Roll when the even Thane and Ethos will finally be consumed by the slayer of all the Void.

 

The Great Game began long ago and is beyond the understanding of most mortals. The Game where the prize is bragging rights, the Game that the gawds play. The 4 players are:

 

Gavee'Duc (Gabee Duck) the Good,

Lai'Kern (Lay Kern) the Evil,

Justica (Just a car) the Lawful

Ty'Seth (Tie Set) the Chaotic

 

The gameboard is the universe, the one rule is to win. However the Players are forbidden from directly affecting the Game, they have to work with the aspects entities that represent gawds of different kinds but the same domain. The aspect of War has many names and forms but one entity is all of them it;s easier for the mortals to understand a single gawd a war than a aspect.

 

A aspect power is directly linked to how many worshipers they have and the offering they make. Therefore the aspects are highly involved in the life's of mortals to gain more power and move the mortal pawns into the positions the Players desire.

 

They are the Immutable Aspects, the Greater gawds to the mortals. No matter where a mortal is in the universe Immutable Aspects will have the same name and the same form. These are the champions of the Players, they execute the grand schemes and shepherd the Mutable aspects to do their bidding.

 

The Mutable Aspects, the Lesser gawds to the mortals, they are the leaders in the trenches, they are the ones cracking the whip on the mortals to give them offerings and power. In return the Mutable Aspects help mortals become game-changers, to affect the playing field in favor for the Player in question. Mutable Aspects are worshiped under many names and forms depending on the part of the universe they are in. In some areas a Aspect may not even exist.

 

Mortals that are truly game-changers even have a chance to take the mantle of a Aspect or even create a new aspect entirely.

 

Every cycle begins the same way, the Players sit and talk as the Groover dances to the song of Creation, a song that to mere mortals even if they could hear it without going insane would think it nothing but the screeching of a cat in a rolling barrel full of rocks and glass. The music stops and the Groover de-evoles into the playing field, Sarleft (Sar Left) the Silent Lurker with her sown mouth to keep her silent until the Chooser and Chaser, the Aspect of Chance, decide to end the game and recreate the Groover. Ethos the Scorekeeper appears as the Players take their seats and starts the game.

What you should consider before hiring a professional business consultant

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Before you hire a consultant, think consider why you need to hire one. Consultants can help provide a short-cut to the information or knowledge gaps you might have identified in you organisation. Professional consultants will work best for those businesses who know what they are seeking, and have clearly defined projects or objectives. Is the professional consultant providing a service that does not already exist, or are you engaging them for only a specific period of time? Do you need the consultant to provide a solution to a specific challenge or situation, for example does your business require public relations services or some communication training? You might want to consult a PR expert such as Good Business PR Consulting.

A professional consultant should seek to understand the issues and objectives behind a project or business need. They should do this by asking questions and taking the time to listen to understand your business needs. to ask. It is easy to get flooded with data, facts and explanations. Knowing which questions to ask allows the consultant to sift through the information and focus on the details of the issue. Hiring a professional business consultant can help your business with the direction and guidance to implement new ideas, evaluate existing practices and procedures, and develop your business.

BIO

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IT Project Management - What not to do

Came across this email looking for something else. It summarizes why I resigned from one company. Sadly it's issues not unique to this company but issues I have ran into with many of the companies I worked for during my 20+ IT career.

I hereby submit my two week notice to . Effective immediately I would wish to resign my post with . The reason is:

 

- I do not feel that I can remain professional on my current project due to several flaws in the specifications that I feel are not being address and will not be. These flaws exist to some degree across the board.

 

The specification flaws in question are:

 

- Daily changes in specifications include major ones (ie > 30 hour development time) without any prior notice or justification other than "oh we forgot about that" or "oh we didn't realize that"

 

- Specifications feel like they were wrote in a vacuum without input from IT or a business analyst

 

- Specifications where wrote by insiders that know parts of the whole process and are good at their jobs but are not specification writers or business analysts

 

-Specifications are mis-mashed, i.e. requirements for the reports mixed in with requirements for the web interface and the console applications.

 

- Both project manager and application owner are over worked and do not have the time to really manager this project the way it does so alot of things get "rubber stamped" then changed once they have time to research matters or if we complain. However hours have been wasted in the meantime

 

- Proper milestones development and testing where never set and most of the time its run around like crazy and try to get things working in the face of almost constant specification changes.

 

- Fear from the "powers that be" that want this done at any cost. Basically I seen my boss back down when something should have been said because of fear for his job

 

-          Testing is always last minute and in a haphazard pattern with not developer notification of the test parameters used.