In Laymon's Terms

He looked back at the podium girl, then to the bar girl again.

He thought about it for a few minutes, then he decided to go for the bar girl. If it didn’t work out or something went wrong, he could always come back for the podium girl. She looked like she was going to be up there all night.

Taking his beer in hand he stood from his seat and made his way over to the girl, trying to squeeze his way through all of the people. By the time he actually reached her he felt like he could have killed someone. Everyone seemed to be in his way, and no one heard him when he asked them to move. A few times he had thought about pulling out his knife, but he resisted the temptation.

As he stepped up to her she looked a little weary, but she smiled all the same. Robert smiled back at her. He could be quite attractive when he wanted to, and now he really wanted to.

He sat on the seat next to her.

“Hi, how are you?” he asked, putting on all his charm.

“Good.” She smiled.

“Can I get you a drink?”

She looked down at her three-quarter full daiquiri then looked back at him.

“I’m fine thanks.”

“Ok. I’m Patrick by the way.” Robert said, holding out his hand.

“Jenny.” She replied, shaking it lightly.

Robert felt a stir in his pants at the touch of her skin.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Jenny glanced at her watch and grimaced.

“Not anymore. I was supposed to meet someone here an hour ago, but they didn’t show.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Something like that,” she told him, taking another sip of her daiquiri.

“He’s missing out, that’s for sure. Leaving a special gal like you sitting alone at a bar.”

That one always got them.

Jenny looked at him and smiled a little. Robert could tell that she was cracking. She was starting to like him, which meant she was starting to trust him.

“You wanna get out of here?” she asked, surprising Robert.

“I’d love to.”

Robert opened the door and walked into his apartment, Jenny in tow. They had been to a burger place just down the street, where they had gotten to know each other a little better. Robert had learned that Jenny was eighteen, just out of high school. She hadn’t started college yet but was preparing for her course, which started in about a month. She was going to be studying forensic science, which Robert found very interesting. One day, if she had never run into Robert, this girl would have been working with the cops, probably trying to catch him.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” Jenny said, taking a seat on the couch.

“Thanks,” Robert replied, knowing full well that she was lying.

His apartment looked like a dump. There were bottles and pizza boxes everywhere and the dishes hadn’t been done in about three weeks. He had never seen the point, seeing as he hardly even used them. If he wanted a plate, he would just wash it. If he wanted a knife or fork he’d just do without.

He led Jenny into the lounge and told her to have a seat. She smiled at him, such a sweet and innocent smile, and he returned it.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Right back,” he said, turning and heading for the kitchen.

He had to find the right instrument. He needed to silence her, at least until he got her hooked up to the bed, but he didn’t want to damage her yet. Well, not where he could see anyway. She was too good-looking for that.

He searched through the drawers and on the bench until he came across a rolling pin. It seemed perfect.

He grinned at his discovery and headed back into the lounge, creeping silently with the rolling pin behind his back in case Jenny decided to turn around.

She didn’t seem to even notice him until he was right behind her. She must have got that feeling that you always get, when you know someone is looking at you. She turned to face him just as he was bringing the rolling pin down. It hit her on the side of the head instead of the back. She passed out instantly.

Robert grinned as he picked her up under the armpits and started dragging her into the bedroom. She was awfully heavy for someone who looked so slim.

As he laid her on the bed he started to worry that he may have hit her too hard on the head. Maybe, since he hit her right on the temple instead of the back, she was already dead. The thought pissed him off and made him want to rip her up right then, but he held back his anger. He could wait a little while for her to wake.

He rolled her over so she was lying on her back. At the head of the bed he took the leather cuffs that were hooked to the headboard and cuffed her wrists, then proceeded to do her ankles.

Now, she was lying spread-eagled on the bed.

He took a step back and admired the look of her lying there, looking so at peace. That wouldn’t last for long.