The Tooth Fairy

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He moved toward Ron slowly and carefully but stepped on a twig which fractured with a cracking sound. Ron looked around but didn’t see anything, so he finished emptying his bladder. Lance lunged at him and sunk his knife deep into his back. Holding his other hand over his mouth, he held him there, wiggling the knife a little to penetrate deeper. Ron attempted a slight turn to face his assailant, but Lance held on tightly and his body was already weak. Within seconds, his body became limp and he fell to his knees. Lance removed the knife and plunged it into his throat two or three times. He held him there for a few seconds, blood squirting out like a cow that had been hit in the jugular vein by a Masai arrow. He dropped the body, wiped the knife clean on Ron’s clothes, and went toward the car. It was so dark there in the woods that Cathy didn’t know it was Lance when he got in, and she said, “What took you so long? I was wondering if you left me.” Lance thought: He left you, alright. You’ll never see him again. He moved over to her, grabbed her and planted his most passionate kiss on her lips. She tasted so sweet and smelled so good. All of a sudden, she pushed back and said, “You’re not Ron. Who are you?” Lance said, “Who do you want me to be? I’ve been waiting for you ever since last summer.” When she heard his voice and thought back to her summer meeting with him, she became frantic and attempted to get out of the car. Lance grabbed her by the arm and told her to be good. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to feel you close to me and taste your skin, like Ron wanted to do.” Cathy gasped and yelled, “My God, you were listening to us. What have you done? Where’s Ron?” “Let’s just say that Ron won’t be here to protect you. You and I are going to have a good time. I know you like it. Why can’t it be me?” “Jesus, what have you done? Let go of me. You’re hurting me.” She was plenty scared by this time. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, and she thrashed about, attempting to break loose from his grip. “I told you to be good! Now hold still!” Lance was getting pissed off, and he was losing control. About that time, Cathy sunk her long nails on her free hand into Lance’s face. She jerked away and turned to open the door. Lance flinched at the pain, lost his grip and watched her fall through the open door onto the ground. He jumped after her and caught her by the heel as she was getting up to run. Her forceful attempt to escape pulled him along with her, but he held on. When she fell again, he pulled her over toward him. He turned her over on her back, laid on top of her and put his hand over her mouth. She could feel his erection, and she began to cry again. When he seemed to relax, she gave him a shove, turned to face away from him, and was ready to get up and escape when she felt a sharp pain in her back. Lance had shoved the knife in to the hilt. When she seemed to lose her desire to escape, he pulled it out, turned her over and shoved it into her chest. He tore her dress, bra, and panties away as she gasped for air. He sunk his head into the depression between her beautiful breasts. He licked her and lapped at her blood, then he entered her for the first and last time. She didn’t fight any more. She was probably already dead when he ejaculated into her. It was one of his most explosive ejaculations ever, and he was almost out of breath when it was over. His heart was pounding as it never had before, and after a long recuperative pause, he began to ponder. It was over. What was he going to do? He stroked her body and lay upon her for the last time. He got up, went back to Ron to make sure he was dead, and then he urinated on him. His last act was to take the butt of his knife and knock out two of Cathy’s teeth, her deep rooted right canine and the adjacent incisor. The pounding had broken her jaw and shattered her maxillary bone, and blood had splattered over her facial area. When he loo

About the Author

Henry Hermann, author, co-author, and editor of 15 books on diverse topics, has been a writer, professor, and biologist most of his life. Much of his research and writing have been directed towards understanding the behavior of humans and other social animals. Originally from New Orleans, he now resides in Ft. Myers, Florida, where he is a faculty member at Edison State College. Read about, Beginnings, prequel to The Tooth Fairy, at: http://henryhermannnovelist.blogspot.com