Everyone knows, there are more women in this world than men, and it's not as if they were really good for anything. Well, they were good for one thing, but I enjoyed it much better my way. No break ups, no tears, no shared property; just clean and tidy. I had lots of variety, and I never really felt like I was hurting anyone. Oh, I suppose, their families may have missed them for a little while, but life goes on and everywhere I look, was another little blond, or brunette, or redhead. I never feel anything for any of them.
Dad had always taught me that women were not worth the space they took up on this earth. Mom had been a good example. Dad would come home drunk, knock her around and she would always come crawling back for more. He couldn't hurt her enough to make her leave. Finally, he went a little too far. Mom is buried in the back yard. No one ever missed her. It wasn't like she was the world's greatest cook or anything. Dad never gave her enough money to buy enough food to cook a decent meal, then he would beat her because all she put on the table was a pot of beans, or occasionally a watered down pot of soup with no meat.
Anyway, I grew up realizing how dispensable women really are; none of them worth giving a shit about. Dad had been very smooth and taught me how easy it was to sweet talk a woman and how easy they were to forget. They could be a lot of fun for a few days, but if I wanted to take care of a pet, I would get a dog. They're a lot less trouble.
I made my first kill at the ripe old age of eighteen, and each one since had been so much easier. At first, I only did two or three a year. I was still leery of getting caught. Now I do fifteen or twenty a year and don't break a sweat. The old man finally drank himself to death and joined Ma in the back yard. I was smarter than my Pa. I never drank anything stronger than an occasional beer. I knew I had to stay sharp enough not to make mistakes. My back yard was so full; I had to encroach on the neighbors land.
I never worked. Stealing was so much more profitable, and I was so good at it. I had one good fence that I trusted and was as cautious in my line of work as I was at play. Last month I picked up a little blond. She was cute as a button and couldn't wait to get in my car. I very seldom ever had to snatch anyone. They were all eager until I got them home. Once I had them