Locke—who were interested in his theories about what turned people into serial killers. There was even a celebrity sushi chef in San Francisco who sent him new recipes for the preparation of human flesh for consumption. The recipes all sounded delicious and inspired many fantasies. As the months passed, however, the communiqués dwindled. Now only his most hardcore fans wrote to him.
There was a letter from Selene in the stack. He smelled it. She’d sprayed it with perfume, but she’d also saturated it in her vaginal fluids and speckled it with her blood. It was a way to send Joe a message the guards could not understand or censor: I’m yours. Take me. He shuffled it to the bottom of the pile, saving it for later, wanting to savor it. He opened the next letter. It was from his younger cousin, Dirk. Dirk was one of those kids who was obsessed with serial killers, horror movies, and Goth music. The kid had been delighted to discover a famous serial killer in his own family, unlike the rest of Joe’s family who’d promptly disowned him. Dirk was now Joe’s only link to the rest of his family. Recently, Joe had been inquiring about his grandparents.
Yo, Cuz,
I asked my dad about Grandpa and you wouldn’t believe the crazy shit he told me. Your dad was adopted! From what they told me, Grandpa’s brother, Mike, went to prison for (get this shit) attempted murder! He tried to murder his own damn wife. She took off after the trial and Grandpa took you in. Your dad was Mike’s kid. Your dad and my dad had different moms and dads. They don’t know what happened to your real grandfather, this Mike dude. He never came back after he was released. Ain’t that a trip, Cuz?
Anyway, I just thought you’d like to know. I know everyone else in the family is kind of trippin’ about you killing your dad, but I understand. That fool was evil! All those kids he killed. He had it coming. Don’t worry, Cuz. I’m behind you 100 percent. You just let me know what I can do to help.
By the way, I’m saving up the cash for a bus ticket to come see you again. As soon as I get a car I’ll be coming up every weekend.
Talk to you soon, Cuz!
Luv,
Dirk
Joe smiled. The first time Dirk came to see him, Joe had given the kid a message for Selene, something he couldn’t put in a letter, something he didn’t want the guards to read. He was happy to hear the message had been passed along. He couldn’t wait to read Selene’s letter now, but he knew the guards were watching. They were always watching. Instead, he took the letter and rubbed it beneath his nose. He’d never made love to Selene in real life, but he did so now in his fantasies.
He reached into his pants and freed the monster. It was already hardening. It only took a few strokes to bring it to full mast. If the guards were watching him now, they would get a nice show.
In Joe’s mind Selene was in his bed, in his old apartment in downtown San Francisco. She was naked and she’d put on several pounds. Her hips, thighs, ass, and breasts were round and full. She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted one up to her mouth, licking the nipple and then biting and sucking it as Joe stood above her, removing his clothes. She let one hand slide down between her thighs and began flicking her middle finger rapidly across her clitoris, which had swollen to the size of a grape. She rolled over onto her stomach and the most voluptuous ass Joe had ever seen wobbled into view. It was perfectly round, perched high on her back, and it was familiar. It was Alicia’s ass on Selene’s body. He lay on top of her and began kissing Selene’s neck, shoulders, all the way down her spine to the voluptuous cream-colored mounds of her buttocks.
Joe rubbed his cheek across the two corpulent globes of muscle and adipose tissue, delighting in the way the smooth flesh jiggled against his skin. He kissed and sucked each cheek and then flicked his tongue across the crack. Selene quivered
There was a letter from Selene in the stack. He smelled it. She’d sprayed it with perfume, but she’d also saturated it in her vaginal fluids and speckled it with her blood. It was a way to send Joe a message the guards could not understand or censor: I’m yours. Take me. He shuffled it to the bottom of the pile, saving it for later, wanting to savor it. He opened the next letter. It was from his younger cousin, Dirk. Dirk was one of those kids who was obsessed with serial killers, horror movies, and Goth music. The kid had been delighted to discover a famous serial killer in his own family, unlike the rest of Joe’s family who’d promptly disowned him. Dirk was now Joe’s only link to the rest of his family. Recently, Joe had been inquiring about his grandparents.
Yo, Cuz,
I asked my dad about Grandpa and you wouldn’t believe the crazy shit he told me. Your dad was adopted! From what they told me, Grandpa’s brother, Mike, went to prison for (get this shit) attempted murder! He tried to murder his own damn wife. She took off after the trial and Grandpa took you in. Your dad was Mike’s kid. Your dad and my dad had different moms and dads. They don’t know what happened to your real grandfather, this Mike dude. He never came back after he was released. Ain’t that a trip, Cuz?
Anyway, I just thought you’d like to know. I know everyone else in the family is kind of trippin’ about you killing your dad, but I understand. That fool was evil! All those kids he killed. He had it coming. Don’t worry, Cuz. I’m behind you 100 percent. You just let me know what I can do to help.
By the way, I’m saving up the cash for a bus ticket to come see you again. As soon as I get a car I’ll be coming up every weekend.
Talk to you soon, Cuz!
Luv,
Dirk
Joe smiled. The first time Dirk came to see him, Joe had given the kid a message for Selene, something he couldn’t put in a letter, something he didn’t want the guards to read. He was happy to hear the message had been passed along. He couldn’t wait to read Selene’s letter now, but he knew the guards were watching. They were always watching. Instead, he took the letter and rubbed it beneath his nose. He’d never made love to Selene in real life, but he did so now in his fantasies.
He reached into his pants and freed the monster. It was already hardening. It only took a few strokes to bring it to full mast. If the guards were watching him now, they would get a nice show.
In Joe’s mind Selene was in his bed, in his old apartment in downtown San Francisco. She was naked and she’d put on several pounds. Her hips, thighs, ass, and breasts were round and full. She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted one up to her mouth, licking the nipple and then biting and sucking it as Joe stood above her, removing his clothes. She let one hand slide down between her thighs and began flicking her middle finger rapidly across her clitoris, which had swollen to the size of a grape. She rolled over onto her stomach and the most voluptuous ass Joe had ever seen wobbled into view. It was perfectly round, perched high on her back, and it was familiar. It was Alicia’s ass on Selene’s body. He lay on top of her and began kissing Selene’s neck, shoulders, all the way down her spine to the voluptuous cream-colored mounds of her buttocks.
Joe rubbed his cheek across the two corpulent globes of muscle and adipose tissue, delighting in the way the smooth flesh jiggled against his skin. He kissed and sucked each cheek and then flicked his tongue across the crack. Selene quivered
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