clothes off. The man moved closer, as he couldn't take his eyes off her. He could feel his heart beat through his chest as the words “You cannot hide from me, you will see. I can give you a new life,” were sung. Just twenty feet from her, he moved and bobbed his head so he didn't lose sight of her as the other dancers were getting in his way.
The lyrics to the song were a turn-on to Michelle. He could sense it. The darkness of the music to the haunting lyrics was making his heart pound. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she touched her body during the song. He didn't move until it was over, and as if he was no longer hypnotized he moved back over to the side and would not take his eyes off the beautiful young woman. Her long, flowing brunette hair almost made him approach her too soon. It was another twenty minutes before Michelle had enough of dancing and decided to go to the ladies' room. The man in the shadows of the crowded room watched her go into the ladies' room and planned how he would pretend to go through the wrong door if he was caught by others coming out.
He was lucky. He stepped in and caught Michelle stepping into the middle stall as he walked in behind her and covered her mouth with only a second-long scream coming out of her mouth. She was not strong enough to handle him as he snapped her neck and sat her down on the toilet seat. He kissed her lips, the side of her face, and forehead before leaving a note in her hand. He took out his baseball hat with the fabric that came down to hide his face from the back of his pants, put it on, and walked out of the ladies' room just as a group of women came in. Their smiles were wiped off their faces as he rushed out, and they looked inside to be sure nothing happened. They heard a trembling sound coming from one of the stalls as they tried to open the door, but it was locked.
“Are you OK in there?” one of them spoke. The trembling and crying continued as the leader of the group tried to convince whoever was in the stall to open the door. Suddenly one of the other girls let out a scream as she pushed the other stall door to find Michelle Cartwright lying against the wall on the toilet seat with her eyes open with the stare of death. As the other girls ran out of the ladies' room Wanda, another patron of the club, convinced whoever was in the next stall to unlock the door. As she pushed it open, she saw it was twenty-four-year-old Taylor Black, who had her legs on top of the toilet seat with her arms wrapped around them. Tears ran down her face as she shook uncontrollably. Wanda continued to hold her tight for comfort when management came into the bathroom and called the police.
As Rachelle locked up Z Pita, she went up the back stairs and climbed into bed with Paul. He was half asleep, but she loved the challenge of getting him awake and aroused. Without saying a word to each other they kissed and touched each other's bodies until only the sounds of their moans could be heard during their lovemaking. Paul enjoyed late-night sessions with Rachelle because it seemed he lasted longer to give Rachelle more pleasure when he was a little tired. They started laughing when they brought up the subject of the dogs, because it seemed like Wes liked to watch them while Craven didn't care and slept. The difference in their personalities was quite fascinating to them.
Detective O'Malley was still up looking at the film of the City nightclub and finally spotted the man coming out of the private room. He was wearing a baseball hat with the fabric hanging down, so he knew there was a camera in the general area inside the club. O'Malley moved the film faster to see Bruce Roberts also go into the room about fifteen minutes later, according to the timer. He looked at his watch and knew Detectives Wyatt and Hansen had probably informed the parents of Kate Summers of her murder. They also spoke to Jake Wiley, who was supposed to meet Kate in the private room set up by her
The lyrics to the song were a turn-on to Michelle. He could sense it. The darkness of the music to the haunting lyrics was making his heart pound. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she touched her body during the song. He didn't move until it was over, and as if he was no longer hypnotized he moved back over to the side and would not take his eyes off the beautiful young woman. Her long, flowing brunette hair almost made him approach her too soon. It was another twenty minutes before Michelle had enough of dancing and decided to go to the ladies' room. The man in the shadows of the crowded room watched her go into the ladies' room and planned how he would pretend to go through the wrong door if he was caught by others coming out.
He was lucky. He stepped in and caught Michelle stepping into the middle stall as he walked in behind her and covered her mouth with only a second-long scream coming out of her mouth. She was not strong enough to handle him as he snapped her neck and sat her down on the toilet seat. He kissed her lips, the side of her face, and forehead before leaving a note in her hand. He took out his baseball hat with the fabric that came down to hide his face from the back of his pants, put it on, and walked out of the ladies' room just as a group of women came in. Their smiles were wiped off their faces as he rushed out, and they looked inside to be sure nothing happened. They heard a trembling sound coming from one of the stalls as they tried to open the door, but it was locked.
“Are you OK in there?” one of them spoke. The trembling and crying continued as the leader of the group tried to convince whoever was in the stall to open the door. Suddenly one of the other girls let out a scream as she pushed the other stall door to find Michelle Cartwright lying against the wall on the toilet seat with her eyes open with the stare of death. As the other girls ran out of the ladies' room Wanda, another patron of the club, convinced whoever was in the next stall to unlock the door. As she pushed it open, she saw it was twenty-four-year-old Taylor Black, who had her legs on top of the toilet seat with her arms wrapped around them. Tears ran down her face as she shook uncontrollably. Wanda continued to hold her tight for comfort when management came into the bathroom and called the police.
As Rachelle locked up Z Pita, she went up the back stairs and climbed into bed with Paul. He was half asleep, but she loved the challenge of getting him awake and aroused. Without saying a word to each other they kissed and touched each other's bodies until only the sounds of their moans could be heard during their lovemaking. Paul enjoyed late-night sessions with Rachelle because it seemed he lasted longer to give Rachelle more pleasure when he was a little tired. They started laughing when they brought up the subject of the dogs, because it seemed like Wes liked to watch them while Craven didn't care and slept. The difference in their personalities was quite fascinating to them.
Detective O'Malley was still up looking at the film of the City nightclub and finally spotted the man coming out of the private room. He was wearing a baseball hat with the fabric hanging down, so he knew there was a camera in the general area inside the club. O'Malley moved the film faster to see Bruce Roberts also go into the room about fifteen minutes later, according to the timer. He looked at his watch and knew Detectives Wyatt and Hansen had probably informed the parents of Kate Summers of her murder. They also spoke to Jake Wiley, who was supposed to meet Kate in the private room set up by her
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